Big Boy Bath

(I'm sorry this post won't have pictures...I was too busy trying to make sure our son didn't fling himself backwards and crack his head!)

Today was Michael's first adventure in the big boy tub, and the look on his face was priceless and something to the effect of: "Mom and Dad, are you seriously telling me such a thing existed all this time and I never knew about it?"

In between shrieks of joy and a permanent mouth-wide-open smile, Michael would occasionally look at us like, "this place has to be the coolest place ever!"

I had a feeling he would enjoy it and spent the day scrubbing the tub ensuring it was properly cleaned for its big debut. We bought a bath mat for him to sit on, and filled the tub with lots of toys, which he loved.

His biggest thrill was when I turned on the faucet a little so I could have a source of non-bubbly water. He thought that was pretty amazing.

The main impetus for the switch is that a) he will be 10 months old next week, and that is certainly not too early for the big boy tub b) he just looks huge for his baby tub (that thing says you can use it for a toddler...wow, I can't imagine him being a toddler and still squeezing in that thing c) and this is probably the most important reason: because my kitchen floor and counter are completely and utterly drenched by the time Michael is done splashing in his tub! I'm so glad he has fun in his bath and I don't want to discourage him from splashing, but, seriously, we need like blue seating splash zones a-la-Sea World and plastic tarps a-la-Gallagher just to get through a bath time these days. So, in the big tub, he can splash and go nuts and the floor (andthe parents) stay relatively protected.

Michael was joined in his bath tub by the swimming turtle (which finally was able to function in its natural habitat) (from Mumma and Papa) ; his hippo (from Aunt Tracee), his squirty-birdie (from Grammy and Poppy) and a bunch of bath-time alphabet letters from Mommy and Daddy. For most of the time, his companion of choice, for the bath and post-bath period was the letter "P."

So, Baby Michael, now that this wonderful world of big boy tubs is yours to enjoy...I suppose you will find all the more causes to make little boy messes to merit the use of the big boy tub!

Now...Don't Smile

Your challenge is to NOT smile while looking at this post.

Ready?

Ok....

DON'T SMILE!!

You may want to think of something sad, just to prep yourself....

Note: Baby Michael is neither about to cry nor did he just recover from crying. He was chomping up and down and I just happen to catch this face...so not too much pity, ok?

Or maybe just cover your mouth altogether....

Alright...here goes....

How did you do? Did you make it all the way without cracking a smile?

I didn't think so.

Exploration

It is non-stop exploration for baby Michael these days. Once he learned how to move from room to room a few weeks ago, he is unstoppable!

He is cute because while he likes to be adventurous, he also likes to make sure Mommy is watching. He'll travel somewhere, like from the bedroom into the hall, and if I don't immediately follow, he'll turn around, come back and peek his curly head around the corner, and smile, squeal and turn around.

Then, if I still haven't followed, he'll do it again, and again and again. It's our fun little game (little does he know, I call the game "how long can Mommy keep laying on this pillow before I actually have to get up and follow my son to wherever he is going.")

Here is Michael on one of his adventures through Chair Valley. He disappears quickly!

Attacking my feet...

Note: I just pulled those socks from my drawer and just got out of the shower, so they are clean!!

Michael got into this thing of attacking my feet and he thought it was so funny...what a crazy kid.

Note his snarling teef!

Daddy Time

Nothing's better than Daddy Time at bed time.

Here are a few photos of them enjoying time together:

Swinger

A few weeks ago, Noree', Tracee, Baby Michael and I went to the park down the road with an infant swing.

He really had fun!

Unfortunately, the pictures I got never quite caught him as he was, which was very happy to be on that swing! He enjoyed the breeze and the motion and whenever we slowed down the swinging (thinking he might be done) he kept bobbing back and forth as if to get the swing to go some more.

It was really cute and very enjoyable to watch!

Raise your hand if...

...you think there needs to be more Baby Michael blogs!

Mom, more people need to be aware of my cuteness!



It has no limits!