Rub A Dub

The family got together for Wyatt's first adventure in the bathtub. I was in charge of the actual bath while Mom, Rebecca, and Lizzy acted like the paparazzi. I was apprehensive. He is so fragile and squirmy without adding water. I was nervous that he would slip out of my hands, hit his head on something, or that I would get water in his eyes. But like all things, I knew it was a necessary evil and I needed to jump in and get the boy clean. I rarely can take showers nowadays so at least Wyatt will be clean and not smelling of sour milk.

Terry didn't understand why I was so nervous. He asked why we even had a baby bathtub. He thought we could throw him in the kitchen sink. Sure, it worked for our parents but so did 8-tracks and 45's. Technology is moving forward, baby bathtubs are the wave of the future. I would have needed about 12 sets of extra hands to wash him in the sink. His tub has a ridge where you can put his butt so he doesn't slip so much. The sink is just the sink which most of the time is dirty.

Anyway, despite my worries, Wyatt did amazing. He was quietly alert trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I think he might have even enjoyed it. He was so relaxed that he decided he needed to poop. Yes, in the new bathtub. It was quite an adventure. We went through two towels but in the end Wyatt was all clean and I still smelled. Baby steps, baby steps.