One Pru in a tub: The little one took her first bath today. It was just time.
The look on her face in this picture vastly overstates how much she enjoyed this experience. Still, she’s clean, which isn’t nothing.
Pru preps for her bath. She has very intense visualization exercises she uses to get ready. Here, she’s using an imaginary bench press (the camera case, seen in the background, is her spotter).
One baby tub, ready for use. The cute little fellow on the right is Tintin the Temperature-Telling Turtle (or so in my mad passion for alliteration I have named him). Once he gave the green light (literally, in this case – there’s a little light on his back that flashes green when the temperature is in the safe/comfortable range for the little one) we got things rolling.
Here’s a photo that more accurately demonstrates how Pru reacted to her bath. Still, I managed to give her a good scrub-down. Two things I want to make sure are known: One, despite appearances, I am not naked in this photo; I’m wearing my Sponge Bob pajama pants. Two, my baby doesn’t make fun of my bald spot. If she’s mature enough to do so at less than two weeks, don’t you think you are, too?
All good things must come to an end, and baths are no exception. Pru took a little more kindly to being dried off than she’d to the bath itself. I suspect the finger sandwich she’s feeding herself in this picture helped.
That’ll do, turtle, that’ll do.
Clean and happy(ish) after an exciting first bath adventure!
(Thanks, by the way, to the Dodd family, who got Pru most of the cool bath-time schwag seen above. Tintin was a gift from Grandpa Shields.)