After Genevieve's bathtub fiasco last night, I was ready for anything tonight, except what happened: as I sat on the edge of the tub, Gigi on my lap, testing the water, she decided that she needed to empty her bladder, which took, like, a minute. I had to change my clothes and sponge off before I could even put her in the tub.
On the other hand, for the second night in a row, Julia decided she needed to assist me in giving Genevieve her bath, which was charming and actually rather helpful. As it did last night, this followed on her joining in feeding Genevieve, which was also charming and helpful - except when she spooned up an adult-sized helping of sweet potatoes, or made Gigi gag by trying the put the spoon all the way into her sister's mouth. But for those moments, though, Genevieve thought it was pretty interesting to be fed by not-Mama-or-Dada, grinning widely at her sister each time a new spoonful of food came in.
Helping with the bath was less efficient, and largely entailed Julia converting giant quantities of soap into tiny quantities of suds, smooshing them into Genevieve's back, and then wiping them off with the washcloth. A baby's back only needs so much scrubbing!