Nadya Tetradore

Nadya didn't even think twice about the task she set Frost with. Her knowledge of his lack of experience with his own children was limited at best. The fact that he may have never undressed a child before wasn't something with him having so many that could be possible. So it was Frost struggling with Micah's clothing and subsequent diaper had Nadya stifling back giggles. Micah was far easier to manage as he simply remained still compared to his wiggly counterpart so in truth the mother had given him the far easier one to handle. Still, he struggled in confusion. Nadya didn't offer any help or encouragement; she wished to see him figure it out on his own...it was oh so entertaining anyways.

Once the twins were in the tub, Nadya relaxed back on her heels in order to allow them their moment to play in the tub before forcing them to be scrubbed. She was only all too aware of how Frost quickly stepped away to the doorway as if the bathing could be contagious. No matter. The twins were happy and Izzy wasn't screaming anymore. "Here, have your duck." Nadya smiled and squeeked the rubber duck at Micah for him to take. Frost's comment about removing an article of clothing was met with an eye roll as she glanced back at him though there was a slight smirk on her lips, bringing up a hand to flick water at him. "No," and then she added offhandedly a bit quieter, "perhaps later." Nadya quickly cleared her throat, "You should remove your jacket though." Her attention returned back to the twins as she took to continuing the task. "Here." Nadya held up a washcloth up for Frost before setting it aside on the side of the tub. "Already has soap on it. Just rub Micah with it, rinse it, then rub him again to rinse off the soap. Then he needs his hair washed. I'm assuming you know how to wash hair?" Again a small tilt of her lips, prepared for him to fumble with it. Nadya left her instructions as that as she started on Izzy who was trying to twist and pull about to continue playing despite her mother's attempts to clean her.

Micah briefly glanced over to his fidgeting sister before looking to Frost whom his mother had been speaking to. Proudly he held up the squeaky duck he had been given for Frost to see. "Duck." He was used to only having his mother about, handling one of them at a time and having to wait his turn in so many things so having Frost to show off to was a delightful occurrence to the toddler.