The first time we gave Scott a bath, he screamed. Like nonstop. Bloody murder screamed. There was absolutely nothing that he enjoyed about the experience. He was cold. He was unhappy and he wanted back in his jammies and swaddle - stat.
But now...well, I seriously think bath-time is the kid's favorite time of day. It doesn't matter how fussy or tired or hungry he is, when he sees that silly whale bathtub he busts out in the biggest smile. He'd take four baths a day if we let him.
As he's gotten bigger, he's also discovered the art of splashing. A lot. And given his body mass, he can displace a great deal of water. Jim and I had grown accustomed to having water sloshing on the counter, our work clothes...and all over the kitchen floor, until Jim's mom came up with the brilliant idea to put a towel down on the ground.
How did neither of us think of that?
Soon we'll move Tank to the regular bathtub so he can fully enjoy the bevy of water-based toys he got for Christmas. In fact, Scott enjoys his bath so much that we are eager to get him into an even bigger body of water - he's going to start baby swimming lessons in March so he's ready to take full advantage of our pool this summer.
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