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... of a bathtub

Our bathroom here does not have a bathtub.  It looks like it did have one at one time.  But it was ripped out and replaced with a corner shower bottom.  Like, we had to buy a special curtain rod from Ikea to put up because there was none.  Just the cracking and unstable bottom of a shower with a drain and then a faucet and a shower head.  This is fine for Quinn and I, but has proven difficult where the children are concerned.  Up until now we were giving them quick separate baths in a borrowed infant tub that we would put in that bottom of a shower.  It worked fairly well for Selah, but poor Abram.  Play time was fine, but the actual bathing was quite epic.  His poor little legs would drape over the side as he cocked his head in order to be able to lie down.  He has to lie down because he doesn't get the head tipping back thing.  So soap and water  are going into eyes and tears are coming out.  Anyway.  We dealt with it.  Then one day I started dreaming of a solution.

The bathroom is weirdly large (which is why I think there was a bath tub in it before). So there's this huge open space in between the shower and the sink and I thought, "we could totally fit a baby pool in here!"

It was a pipe dream until a few weeks ago when we were parked in front of a little odds 'n' ends shop waiting for Quinn to come back with the Egyptian pizza we've been going to get every few weeks for dinner (it's pretty good stuff!).  I was looking in the window and saw a large display of inflatable pools.  I had no idea how much they were, but I made note of it. The last few weeks I've been selling Quinn on the idea.  We've been 13 days without city water coming into our house and so baths (and showers) have had to be sacrificed for toilet flushing and minimal dish washing.  Needless to say, the kids were starting to look a little grubby last night when Quinn headed out to pick up our monthly Egyptian pizza dinner.  I reminded him about the inflatable pool bath tub idea and asked him to run into the shop and see how much they were charging for them.  We decided that 40 dhs or less was reasonable (around $10).  When he came back with one for 45 dhs, I was so excited!  Our kids would finally get to have their first sibling bath (and finally get to have the dried snot from the week scrubbed off of their faces).  Yip!

So I used all my hot air to inflate the pool as Abram and Selah watched excitedly from their high chairs.  When dinner was finally over, Abram nearly jumped out of his high chair, ran to the bathroom, and stripped of all his clothes in under a minute.  We got Selah undressed, filled the pool with as much (or as little) water as we could afford and plopped them in.


It's a little difficult to have fun bath time, especially with Selah, because she wants to put everything in her mouth and we were really trying to keep them from ingesting any of the water.  We've had a water truck deliver water directly to our tank and few times now and the water is significantly dirtier and grosser looking than city water, so who knows.  So the bath was pretty quick with a lot of, "not in your mouth, baby girl"s.


Overall, I'd say it was much more fun and successful than the infant tub.  Yay for ingenuity.  And yay for naked babies.

She looks really orange in this picture.  I think it's partially the lighting and partially that she is really kinda orange from all the orange foods she eats.  But it's definitely not this bad in real life.

And finally a cute shot of my boys:
Aren't they handsome?

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