Splish Splash

I have never seen a child who loves to take a bath as much as Jack. It is too funny really. After dinner he will usually play in his jumparoo for a little bit (surprisingly enough jumping like a lunatic in an upright position results in much less spitting up than playing quietly, on his tummy, on the floor). When six o’clock rolls around I ask Jack if he is ready for his bath. Immediately the jumparoo comes to a standstill and he stares at me and I swear he is thinking, “Seriously? Now? Bath time?” Then he squeals out in delight and jumps so frantically I sometimes think he is going to catapult himself into the wall. When I lift him out of the jumparoo he makes these cute little happy noises, sort of a high pitched humming and giggling. I take him upstairs and turn the light on in his room and put him in his crib (one of his favorite places to play – seriously) and tell him that I’ll be right back and that I’m going to get his bath ready (now, I seriously think that repetition is the key with stuff like this – the fact that I do it the same way every time is probably why he likes it so much – because he knows exactly what to expect). Anyway, I digress.

So I run his bath, come back and get him undressed. At this point he can hardly contain himself, laughing and squealing. When he is undressed I stand him up on his changing table (to get a good grip on him and at the right angle – you don’t want to point anything right at you when the safety isn’t on… if you get my drift. Normally when I hold him up to stand on a surface he has no problem doing so and will stand with help for quite a while… but when it’s bath time he dances all around on the changing table completely unable to contain himself. I then take him to the tub, all the while singing to him about the fact that he is a naked baby and he squirms around in my arms and laughs and laughs.

When I set him in the tub he always gives me this look, all wide-eyed, like “ohmygoshmumma I’M IN THE TUB!” And immediately he starts kicking, splashing, screaming, and squealing. The screaming and squealing are especially exciting to him because we have one of those ridiculously large, waste-of-space, freezing cold tiled floor bathrooms (that for some reason people love but we can only focus on the fact that it is so cold and such a huge waste of space… I mean, they could have put a bonus room in the house, instead a ridiculously large and cold bathroom). So when he squeals and screams it practically echoes and who doesn’t love the sound of their own voice echoing.

He pees in almost every bath, then of course he wants to drink the water (which I struggle to stop him doing because I have only so many hands and eyes). And of course he thinks both acts (him peeing in the tub and him trying to drink the water while I try to stop him) are hilarious. He even enjoys having his hair and face washed. When I wash his bum he even helps me out by holding on to his legs and sucking as many of his toes as he can fit in his mouth. Hilarious.

I’m fairly certain I’ve told you all about his uber-cute singing with the lotion so I won’t go over that again. You get the idea, I think… he loves it. And I have to say I am laughing almost the entire time as well.