Baths have become a regular occurring. Not because the little guy is dirty, because he doesn't sweat. Instead we have found that having the little man take a bath helps him calm down for bed time. It works like a charm.
Bath time consists of 5 minutes of washing the little guy down with no tears soap and then 10 minutes of him thrashing about in the water wildly like a beached manatee. After that he chews on a toy for a while and then he wants out.
All in all, its a good time for everyone, except my wife, who hovers over him the entire time as though he is planning to dunk his head under the 3 inches of water and drown himself. There is no chance of that happening, but she lives in fear of the possibility every night when bath time draws near.
I on the other hand tend to be much more permissive and allow the little guy to splash and play till his heart is content. Usually he doesn't want to be in there more than an half hour, and when he is ready to get out he raises his little arms to you and makes a noise that says hey, time to get out of the pool. These little moments are what I love about having a child, and definitely what I love about my child. There are few joys in my day that can match a little person gleefully splashing water all over the bathroom without a care in the world. He won't even remember this time in his life, but I will, and I will always look back on it fondly.
