So, when we first brought Robin home from the hospital, he was not a fan of bathtime. But Nanita managed to bring him around by making sure the water was warm enough and providing him with plenty of bath toys, and for a while there, he had a good time in the tub.
I don’t know what happened, but lately, he’s decided that being bathed is like baby torture. As soon as the heel of his foot touches the water he starts screaming, and when his butt sits down in the tub he arches his back and flings himself from side to side, still screaming. This happens no matter how tepid or warm the water is. I’ve no idea what the problem is because he still really likes splashing his feet in fountains, and whenever Sam or I am taking a shower he’ll crawl in the bathroom and pull himself up on the side of the tub so that he can peer in.
So we decided to go with that, and instead of trying to bathe him we simply brought him in the shower with us. Cleaning Robin this way is a two-person job: one person holds the slippery-wet baby while the other soaps him up. But it worked! He didn’t protest at all except when he got a little bit of shampoo in his eyes, and even then he was quickly soothed.
And afterwards we wrapped him in this adorable bumble-bee towel that Pappy and Nonna gave us, and it was so cute I had to take a picture.