How to spend a perfect Friday Night.

"Want to take a bath, Brody?" I ask, anticipating his usual response. "Noooo...." he replies, just as I had expected. "Want to help me give Bonnie a bath? Bonnie is going to take a bath." He looks at the two of us, and with a "Uh, yahhh," we head off to the bathroom. 

I undress both kids, fill up Bonnie's baby bath in the tub, and put Bonnie inside. I lift Brody into the tub and let the water fill up around Bonnie's baby bath. Bonnie is calm, while she watches Brody play in the water. Brody is so giggly in the water, splashing and pushing the limits to see how wet he can get me before I tell him it's enough. But it's bath time, so a little bit of wet clothes never hurt anyone, right? 

"Just on her toes, Brody. Just on her toes." I tell Brody as he fills up his special BYU bath cup and helps me rinse off Bonnie's sudsy little rolly body. She lays there, as calm as can be, listening to the sound of the water and of course, watching Brody. 

After Bonnie is rinsed, I lift her out and wrap her in her little pink towel. The kind with the pocket that covers her cute, bald, wet little head. Mmmm... The smell of a freshly bathed baby... I could die. I lay her on the ground in the bathroom and lather her with good smelling baby lotion. Now I really could die happy. She's relaxed. Brody is still content in the tub while I pull a onsie over Bonnie's head and get her into a fresh diaper. 

Bonnie smiles up at me while I snap up her onsie. Her body bends into a natural little ball on the floor as she reaches to play with her toes. I brush her fuzzy little head and feel how soft it is. It is, hands down, the softest thing in the entire world.

"Okay, Brody, we have to get your hair cleaned, can you help me?" Brody reaches his hand out as I squirt shampoo into it. "Rub it in your hair, baby." He rubs it in while I get the rest his body. Rinsing it out is always a time for Brody to be brave . When he sees me pull the water sprayer close to him, he turns around away from me and grasps the wall of the shower with his hands, bracing himself for what is about to come next. I ask him, "Brody, do you want to hold my hand?" He always does. His small hand grips mine tighter as the water hits his head and runs over his face. I rinse him off quickly and end with a, "Okay baby, we are all done! You did so good!" He turns around and his little, wet eyes slowly open and look at me. 

"Brody, are you ready to get out?" "Nooo..." (How did I know he was going to say that?) "Well, me and Bonnie are going to go play in your room, so do you want to cuddle, cuddle, cuddle? Or do you want to stay here?" With his arms reaching out of the tub, he replies with a "Uh, yah." 

I lift my big two year old out of the tub and dry him off with a fresh towel. I wrap him all up, and lift him so his head lays on my shoulder. He looks in the mirror at himself, all wrapped up in a towel and giggles. I guess he think he looks silly as we cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. 

Leaving Bonnie in the bathroom, playing contently with her freshly cleaned toes, we head off to Brody's bedroom, straight across the hall from the bathroom. On the changing table, I squirt lotion onto Brody's little tummy. He helps rub it in and anticipates my response of, "Brody!!!" when he sneaks his lotion covered fingers into his mouth. He giggles and I tickle him in return. As I snap a fresh diaper on him and get him dressed in clean pajamas, we go over his body parts one by one. "Where is your... shoulder?" "Good job, Brody!"... 

As I pull Brody's shirt over his head, he suddenly disappears! "Brody! Where are you?" Finally his shirts pulls all the way over, and I gasp, "Oh! There you are!!" What a relief. We giggle and I give him a kiss because he just the sweetest little boy I know. 

After retrieving smiley, perfect smelling Bonnie from the bathroom, she sits on my lap in the rocking chair, while Brody picks out a few book for us to read. Always included in his pile is, Mr. Brown Can Moo. Can You?. I'll be honest with you, I read this book reallyyyyy well. So well, and with such rhythm, that Brody dances the whole time we read it, every time. 

As we turn the pages, trying to avoid Bonnie's reaching hands attempting to eat the books, the three of us sit in the rocking chair, reading together. Just me and my babies...

... this is what I call a perfect Friday night.