A day at the Baby Spa

I though Jonathan could do with a bath yesterday, rather urgently. Usually Chris and I work together, but things couldn't wait. So I got out our new inflatable tub, which sits inside the regular bathtub, stripped Jonathan down, and plopped him in.

He now has a great time splashing around, and isn't scared of the water at all. He was pretty content for a while to hit the water and I just leisurely soaped his back and arms. I put a wet washcloth on his back to keep him from getting cold, and he chewed on his duckie.

I've never quite gotten the hang of washing his hair now that we've had to move out of the kitchen sink, with its miniature sprayer. We have a big plastic UVA cup that we fill with water and pour on his head. Chris generally pours while I try to keep the water from running down Jonathan's face. But I was on my own this time, and not doing a very good job. Jonathan was getting a lot of water running over his nose and mouth, and he hates that.

Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He laid back and rested his head on the inflatable edge, which is nice and soft. This actually made it a lot easier - it was like the setup at a salon when you get your hair washed in one of those sinks. I said "Good job, Jonathan!" and he looked at me like "Sheesh. Do I have to do everything around here?"

Then I washed his hair and rinsed it, while he amused himself by trying to see if he could pee over the side of the tub. He got pretty close - and his hair looks great, too.