Rub a Dub Dub

OK, as you know, I have been pretty down on baths. You can see why, though, right? I mean every three or four nights, you get picked up, stripped down and placed it a bucket of water. Then, to make matters worse, you've got somebody scrubbing you down with rags and brushes and stuff. Then they put stuff in your hair and get all up in your bidness.

But lately, I must say, it has been going much better. As a matter of fact, I'm kinda diggin' the baths. I mean, you know, the water is warm - so that feels nice. It relieves the tension of a hard day of eating and looking at stuff. Relaxing.

Then, when you are done, you smell really good. And the stuff Mommy rubs on my head always makes my hair stand up and get all fuzzy, which is good because it makes it look like I have more. (I'm still in my Hair Club for Baby stage - but its OK, Daddy said he was the same way when he was little like me, and he has LOTS of hair now).


In fact, I had a really good bath the other day. Daddy was gone for the weekend (I know, tragedy. But actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I may be able to get along without him for a day or two. I know - SHOCKING), but Aunt Megan came to visit. So she helped Mommy and me with my bath, and she did a good job holding me up. I didn't get dunked or anything.

So I have officially decided not to cry during baths. Probably. I'm due again soon, so I'll just have to see how it goes.

(By the way, I heard about these fancy baths that have bubbles in the water that are supposed to make you feel really good. My bath doesn't have that, but I think I may have figured out a way to make the bubbles myself... I'll let you know how it works.)