Bath time!

This will be a short "photo" entry since we haven't taken many pictures of T. taking his bath but thought the task merited a separate entry. A separate entry, I say, because in my naive entre into parenthood, I have come to realize not only how important baby bathtime is but also how much of a task it is when handling an infant. Not sure if its C and my incompetence but bathtime at our household for baby T. includes at least 2 adults (and only so because we can't fit a third person in the bathroom) and takes about 45 minutes for a few reasons.

First, there are about four hundred layers of fat that Tristin now proudly sports which means that C. needs to manuever his way into the depths of T's folds which, I can attest, is not an easy task. It's amazing how much can get stuck in those inner fat folds and how much you can tell about a baby by what lies in those crevices. You know what he's eaten (milk in T's case), what he's worn, etc. It's like the hidden "fingerprint" -- an alternative way to truly identify your baby. I digress but I find it kind of cute that C. can't stand the sight of milk remnants in T's fat folds. It truly bothers him when he's feeding T. so much so that whenever he or someone else lifts one of the chin folds and C. catches sight of the fine white lining, he lets out a big "ughhhh!" (or "acccckkk!!). It has gotten to the point where it has become a mild obsession and he refuses to lift any of his chins until its bath time.

Second, because we need to cradle him and rotate him through different positions to ensure he is warm, the routine requires much delicate handling. Which means much time and effort is meticulously made on C and my part. While I'm holding him, C is washing his head/hair. While C is cleaning his fat folds, I'm holding him and splashing water to make sure he stays warm. You get the picture.

What surprises me over the many times we've bathed him is how little baby T. cries when he's bathing. Even after C. mistakenly splashes soap and water into his eyes, baby T. is calm. The entire time of being pushed and pulled, he quietly sits in his little bathtub, cradled in mommy's hands and observes daddy and mommy sweat. My conclusion is that it must resemble being in mommy's tummy and the liquid must bring good old memories of life in the womb -- the days of pure amniotic fluid bliss.

"Mommy I'm shy! Please don't take a picture of me naked!!"