Bathtime

Last time Ramseyes visited, he wailed and bawled the whole time we were giving him a bath. I dreaded going through that again. I didn't want anyone thinking I was torturing the poor soul. I cautiously fill the tub bottom with bubble bath water, checking to make sure the water is just the right temperature (translate, plunge your wrist in there). I gathered floating toys including a little duckie. Towels are standing at the ready.

I scoop peanut up and cart him into the bathroom where I proceed to strip off his shorts, tee shirt, shoes, socks and diaper. Gently, I lower him into the sloppy water. He squeals - with delight! He splashes the water, pounding with both hands until the walls and everything else are drenched. He scootches back and forth, slopping water over the side of the tub, chattering happily.

I fill a cup and every so slyly dribble it over his back and shoulders, hoping to work my way up to the hair. He turns round and round trying to escape the shower. He grabs the cup and I let him play, hoping he will end up dumping water over his own head. All at once the cup slips and he douses his face. He jumps up, cramming his fists into his eyes and gasping for air.

Uh-oh. I hold my breath, fearful that he will be too scared to continue. But he sits back down, locates the duck, and begins a new game. Whew! Eventually, we get his hair as clean as the rest of him. Imagine my surprise when I pull the plug and rinse him off. NOW he screams. He has no intention of having bathtime come to an end.

What a switch. He can no more keep an even perspective than I can.