As mysteriously as it left, it has returned -- the girls' love of their bath. As I described in a recent post, bathtime has been a scream-fest for the past few weeks. We tried everything: bathing the girls individually, getting in the tub with them, bathing them at different times of day, bringing all manner of toys into the tub. We tried the coddling "pacifier bath" and even the indulgent "bath with bottle." No luck. The gals were determined to be miserable. Ironically -- all the while -- they still seemed to get excited about taking a bath before it happened. When we said "Let's go take a bath! We can go splash splash splash!" (big, maniacal smiles plastered onto our faces) they smiled back and started flapping their hands -- their little sign for "splash splash splash." But as soon as they hit the water....meltdown!
It started to get a little bit better. Over the past week, we were able to get about a minute or two of tear-free bath time before they started. And then, suddenly, last night, it was just like old times:

They even let me do shampoo sculpture on their heads:

We're all very happy with this new development. Bathing two babies is enough of a production as it is. Speaking of which, a question, to satisfy my own curiosity: do you / did you bathe your bambinos every day at this age? We generally stick to a bath every other night, unless it's been a particularly messy day. A lot of baby books and web sites reference a nightly bath, but we've never done it. I guess some people like to keep their bedtime ritual super-consistent, so I can see that logic. As for actual need -- well, I tend to think we're a little cuckoo in this country when it comes to bathing frequency. But this may just be an instance where I'm happy to cry "twins!" and take the more lackadaisical route.
We've recently added another item to our (semi-consistent) bedtime routine: dental hygiene. Or, "brush brush brush" as we have, for some idiotic reason, decided to call it. Our pediatricician suggested that we get each of the girls a toothbrush and start getting them used to the idea of brushing, even though there's precious little to brush. (Two teeth for Clio, two complete and two half-emerged for Elsa.) They seem to love it. Elsa thinks it's hilarious to pretend to "brush" mommy and daddy's teeth, while Clio really seems to have the hang of it, and actually gets a little bristle-against-incisor action going on. It's pretty fun.

As for mama's blues, well, they're still there. Some days are better than others. But I'm taking good care of myself (as is Alastair), and with any luck (and maybe a little help from Dr. Eli Lilly?) things will improve soon. Stay tuned.