It's all cute and adorable having the boys together in the same tub, but Andy hates to share the tub toys. I have tried to explain that the tub toys belong to no one. That they are to be used by anyone who sits in the tub- be it Andy, Alex, or a traveling band of gypsies that stop by for a soak. Andy is not satisfied by this explanation of possession equaling temporary ownership, though, and inevitably, after he has made Alex cry by taking away the ninth tub toy from him, I am forced to remove Alex from the bath while harshly chastising a smiling Andy. I put on Alex's diaper and pajamas and then get Andy out from the tub. Andy proceeds to run around the upstairs in his hooded towel pretending to be a princess. Sometimes he declares that Andy is a princess- and Mommy is Shrek. I am trying not to take that too personally.
Capturing Andy to put on his nighttime diaper and pajamas is like completing an obstacle course followed by a rigorous workout. After managing to grab the little booger, the only way to really get him into his pajamas is by sitting on him while tugging on the clothes. Then we go downstairs to get milk, head back upstairs, and read about fifteen books. Finally, Andy will find Chris and tell him good night and then come back into his room where I've been waiting for him while trying not to drift into my own story-induced slumber.
Andy will turn out the light and then climb into bed where I have to lay with him for about five minutes. It's during this time that we talk about Andy Lion and his little brother Alex Lion. Andy and Alex Lions are two lions that live at the zoo and have the exact same daily adventures as Little Boy Andy and Little Baby Alex. I think this must blow Andy's mind- that there are two lions with the SAME NAMES as him and his brother and THEY DO THE EXACT SAME THINGS that he and Alex do! There is one major exception, though. Andy Lion learns lessons quickly, especially about sharing tub toys or listening to his lion parents or not biting or hitting and about eating all of his meals. Andy the little boy- not so much.
Finally, after the lion stories are over with, I leave Andy in his room and go find Alex, who has usually been given his final bottle of the night by Chris. I smother Alex in kisses, double check the abscess on his butt like the borderline OCD mom I am, and then it's back upstairs, where I stick Alex in his crib, and take Andy to the bathroom one last time (toilet training is awful for getting kids to bed on time). Then it's downstairs for me where I pop open a bottle of wine, lay down on my favorite spot on the sofa, and pretend not to hear Andy calling out for me in the night.
Around nine-thirty, I'm fast asleep. Sometimes, just sometimes, the same can be said for the boys.