There are milestones. There are the ones people talk about (First smiles! First steps!) and the ones that people don’t talk about (First time the baby manages to shoot liquid poop all the way across the room mid-diaper change, spraying your next door neighbor in the face. (That was Henry; sorry, Scott)).
Yesterday/today we had one of the lesser known milestones.
All six of us were bathed in the same 24 hours.
I realize that Fitz is six weeks old, so that sounds sort of gross. But I will defend our situation, while still being proud of our accomplishment.
Babies don’t need baths every day. Henry loved taking baths from the beginning, so part of his nighttime routine included one. Fitz isn’t as wild about them; I bathe him when he smells too much like spit up for Kullervo to want to hold him (he’s lactose intolerant).
Oliver and Hazel don’t needs baths or showers every day. They’re old enough to not be too gross, and young enough to not be too gross. They need to get clean two or three times a week. They need to wash their feet more often.
Henry needs to be washed when changing his diaper doesn’t leave him smelling any better than before. And after most meals.
Kullervo showers every night before bed (definitely the cleanest and nicest smelling of the lot of us).
I shower when I can. I have four kids, including a six week old who is pretty sure that if he is not being held constantly that the world might be ending. (It’s fine if the world ends and someone is holding him, he just doesn’t want to die alone.) Kullervo is in tax season, so he doesn’t leave work until 8:30 or so most nights, and when he gets home, I finish (start) making dinner, we eat, and we wind up talking so much that we run out of evening.
And I can’t sleep with wet hair.
I’m not a particularly smelly person (don’t tell me if I’m wrong; pretty much my whole existence depends on me not being totally gross without a daily shower). But I don’t shower every day. Get over it. I don’t smell, my husband doesn’t care, my kids don’t care, and I don’t have time.
But, yesterday marked six weeks since Fitz was born. Yesterday after school, Oliver, Hazel, and Henry all took a bath in the big tub downstairs while I folded laundry with Fitz in the ergo carrier. After I put the older three into bed, I gave Fitz a bath. Kullervo showered last night, and this morning I sneaked in a shower while Fitz stared at the side of his bassinet and Henry watched an episode of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood.
Six people. Clean. Twenty four hours.
It’s a milestone.
I think Henry and I will celebrate by jumping in mud puddles.