The Duck Tub

When we did our baby registries somehow Husband had control of the scanner. He would disappear while I was reading in the info on an item (car seat, bouncy seat, swing, etc.) and then come back and say "Do you like that? Do you want me to scan it?". I would go home and look at our registry online to find out that while he disappeared he was off scanning Nerf guns and things like that. Sometimes he would see something and ask if he could scan it "Oh my God, this is called Butt Paste! Can I scan the Butt Paste? How about Boogie Wipes? That's fun."

I think it was our first trip to Target when we started our registry that Husband caught sight of the duck tub:

"We have to scan this! Look at how much fun that baby is having!I want it." Husband said. He wasn't even trying to hide how excited he was. So I let him scan it. We got it at the shower and I think it was the gift that excited him the most. After Grant's first tub bath Nate asked when he would be big enough for the duck tub. At that point, Grant couldn't even hold his head up all the time let alone sit up in an inflatable tub by himself.

These days, things are different. Grant is going very well from crawling to sitting up to play with a toy. And he's always trying to move around in the baby tub. So the other night I broke out the duck tub. We have a serious lack of equipment in our garage that could help blow it up. So I did it. I can't believe I was still conscious to give Grant his bath. But I'm glad I was because he lit up when he saw the tub! And the beak squeaks which caused a very confused look on his face which I found very amusing.



I call that his old man smile.



He played!

 

He did this a lot. He kept running his hand along the
side of the tub trying to figure it out.

 

Even with a fun tub he still got distracted and tried
to pull up on the of the bathtub.



Loving the duck tub!

Caution: Slippery When Wet!

Bath time. Two words have never made two parents run screaming from the room like those to words (except maybe "It's twins"?). I will admit to liking bath time more than I used to and so does Grant. And sometimes I may even call it fun. But most of the time it is a job and a half. All the parenting magazines and websites and what-not will tell you to "relax, go slow, and enjoy this time with baby". And to them I say Ha!

Once upon a time, during the rotting belly button phase, Grant used to just lay there and scream during bath time. It had to be a sponge bath because we couldn't get his belly button (yuck!) wet. He was cold, we were nervous...good times.




This wasn't his first bath, but it was that first week.



Wait for it...



There it is! That's what bath time looked like for while.

So I thought things would improve after his belly button...*ahem*...fell off. Actually, it basically tore off most of the way one day by accident and in a moment of absolute panic I just stuck it back on there quick. Husband was giving me a "girls night out" that night and I was just going to let him think he did it. I had planned, right down to my "OMG! What'd you do?" But then I confessed. Anyway! Things did improve and Grant definitely hated bath time less.



So tiny in the little newborn sling.



BABY BUTT!!!




I love to cuddle him after his bath! He just smells so good.


Once he started trying to roll out of the newborn sling I figured it was time to just use the tub. That's when things get tricky. A soapy, squirmy baby is not easy to bathe! And it can be a little scary. It's also not easy to bathe them...when they splash all the water out of the tub. Grant's new thing is to hold on to the sides of the tub and kick his legs as hard as he can.

Ha!

 

Action shot by Husband

But it definitely seems like he's having fun.

And now that he's sitting up more, I guess that means we'll have to break out the inflatable duck tub. Husband will be very excited about that. Until he realized that he's the one who's got to blow it up.