Aloha

Mommy went to Hawaii with Aunt Julie last week. It was free trip provided by the hard work of Uncle Jarrod. He won employee of the year and this was his prize. Why he didn't go I will never know. Maybe he has an extreme fear of large bodies of water called "Oceans" and avoids flying over, swimming in, or even thinking about them. Oh wait that's me. Whatever the reason, good looking out bro.

Not that I wanted Mommy to go, but she needed a vacation. I have traveled all over the continent the last few months while she had the dudes all alone so now was my chance. To tell the truth, I was freaked out. Not that I can't handle being with the boys 24/7. That's not it. The problem is that for the past 4 years, I have given the boys exactly 3 baths. Seriously. I SUCK at bathtime and Jake is the first one to tell me. Loudly and with much passion. I don't do it just like Mommy does it and gosh darn it, that's not good enough.

So the tension was there. In warmer weather I could have just soaped them up and let them play in the sprinklers. If only. But no...it's too cold and I'm slightly too classy for such a move. When 8PM came that little timer in my head clicked. Oh $%#*, time for a bath. I ran some water while the boys got naked. Checked the temperature on the rubber ducky thermometer. Said a little prayer. Allright, here we go. That's when it happened. They smiled. They laughed. They had fun. No complaining. No fighting. Just...a bath. The whole week I gave them baths and we all had fun. I even got Jake to admit to Mommy that he likes my baths. Not as much as her's of course, but enough to let me do it again. Brady, well heck..he'd do anything to get in water so I don't think he gives a squirt who bathes him.

Hooray for me!