First bathy wathy

As someone wise once said, "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun." After two days of crying, (and yes, I will be posting a video of the baby actually crying as no one believes me that he does since he shuts up the second before someone walks through the door) we have found peace. Due to an eruption of vomit paralleling most small volcanoes (seriously, if there had been villagers, they all would have died miserably) resulting in matted smelly hair and crusty ears, we decided to give the baby his first jacuzzi or bath as the "regular" people say.

Now, as you will remember, he hates everything at this time of his delicate precious young life. Expensive swing: hates it. Beautiful hand me down cradle: Over it. Sling he used to cherish: royally pisses him off. But as soon as his soft booty settled into the warm water filled tub, joy, nay, rapture, crossed his baby monkey brow. He did not utter one cry nor shout of protest as water poured over his hair once marred by feta stink. He even let us wash his naughty bits without much problem.

I am so excited by this, I may start bathing him every night as he is now, dare I say, asleep. Oh joy of all joys...I've got peace like a river, I've got peace like a river...