Bath

So Sonya went to do some shopping last night and I stayed home to give the boy a bath.

He has two bath tubs, you know. One is plastic with a sticky coating so he won't slip away like a wet noodle, but it's really too small for him. I put him in that one and there's barely room for water.

His other tub is inflatable and sits down in the regular tub we have in the bathroom. It's a little too big, though, and it's slippery, too. He's hard to manage in that tub. But I keep using it!

Sonya has an inflatable tub pillow, so I put that behind him to keep him from flopping backwards into the water. I sat him in the tub, 'cause he can set up without too much help now. He immediately sent water flying and splashing with big kicks! Kick kick kick! Water everywhere! And as long as I held him up he was fine.

But if I actually tried to wash the boy he go slipping and slithering around and it was basically like trying to catch a coked-up goldfish in a big aquarium. Finally, I managed to kind of pin him in one end of the tub with my elbow while I used my hands to scrub. All the time he was kick kick kicking!

Once he was clean I fished him out of the tub and laid him on a towel on the carpet. I started to dry him off and he pissed all over himself. Back in the water! Kick kick kick!

By the time I actually had him dried off - and I couldn't find any more towels after he peed on himself, so I had to dry him with a soft baby blanket - and dressed the kid passed the hell out. He was spent.