He really NEEDS a bath...

But I'm afraid. Very, very afraid.

T-Sprout lost his cord stump rather early. You see, he's shaped like his daddy with a long torso and a very low belly button, not to mention an itty-bitty waist. So his diapers, no matter what we did, rode up over his cord, finally removing it the not-so-nice way. Thankfully, there was no bleeding, and it's looking much nicer now (he has a cute little innie).

Well, since that was out of the way, I decided his first bath could be taken in the big tub with Mummy. So I filled the tub, crawled in and tucked the wee baby on my lap.

He loved it. He floated and relaxed and cuddled and relaxed... and relaxed too much and SHAT ALL OVER ME.

He's breastfed, so his poo is small in volume and barely scented. But he'd been trying to go for some time, I think, so there was rather a lot. *shiver* I opened the drain to let the water out, and T-Sprout gave his opinion in the form of the LONGEST fart I've ever heard. The bubbles went on and on and on and on (he is his father's child).

Note: Try not to laugh that hard when holding a wet baby in a bathtub. I thought I was going to drop him.

I finally got the tub rinsed out and the humans rinsed off, refilled the warm water and actually got to bathe the baby. All his "I was born a bit post date" dry skin came off, leaving only wonderfully baby-soft smoothness. He's nice to kiss :)

One thing is certain, his first bath story will be a lot of fun to rehash on Christmases and other family get-togethers to come... and prom night...