Over Christmas, we spent time with Grandma and Grandpa in Rocklin and had to give Mr. Man a bath in their tub. Once again, he HATED it!!!!! Bubs refused to sit down in the water and cried and pointed out of the tub over and over again. Noah is such a stickler for routine and takes for-ev-er to adapt to anything new. I knew that if we wanted him to take a bath in a tub by the time he was twelve years old, we had better start training now. {I might be exaggerating just a bit}
Since the beginning of January, Bubs has taken a bath in the tub every night. And every single night, it has been the same...
Step 1 - Refuse to sit down.
Step 2 - Cry non-stop.
Step 3- Wag finger in the air and then point O-U-T of the heinous tub.
We tried everything we could think of to make it more agreeable for him - more water, less water, different toys, no toys, playing in the tub before adding water, etc. Nothing seemed to work. Mr. Man just HATED the tub.
That is...until...two weeks ago.
Bubs had a bath in Nana and Pop-Ro's tub and took to it immediately. He sat down and started playing with the boats that Cuz Jonah left in the tub.
WHAT?????
So if Cuz Jonah says it's cool to play in the tub, then you're gunna do it?!? I truly wish I had known that earlier. Note to self...peer pressure is not always a bad thing.
Every night, Bubs seems to be telling me how much fun the bath is.