Except one.
Once, when he was covered in poop after a particularly bad poop explosion, I plopped him in the boys' bathtub for a good scrubbing. And he loved it. It was all I could do to keep him in one place as I tried to clean him. He crawled. He kicked. He lunged for the water. My back was aching after the experience.
On previous occasions, he has sat on my lap and watched his big brothers play in their tub. Keeping him from lunging forward into the tub was a Feat of Strength. He just had to get in there with them.
Last night was bathtime for the boys. Will is a pro at pulling himself up onto his knees, but hasn't yet mastered a standing position. But last night, so great was his excitement over the bathtub, that he came closer to that milestone than I've ever seen him come as he pulled up on it.
"I remember this tub. Boy, I sure do wish I could get in again."
"Please? Can I, please?"
"Oh my gosh, my diaper is off. Daddy stood me up in front of the tub to watch my brothers. Either I'm about to get frisked, or..."
"Does this mean...? Could it be...? Am I getting in?"
Rub-a-dub-dub, 3 boys in a tub. Big brothers were excited about their new bath buddy. As for Will? I think his expression speaks for itself.
3 comments:
2 things:
1. Will is super strong. I can't even believe he's starting to halfway pull himself up. My goodness! I bet he's going to be your earliest walker.
2. I love, love, love that bathtub picture at the end. So cute that they're all in there together. You should frame it.
He loved being in there with them. So sweet.
I plan to use the bathtub picture to bribe my nephews when they are teenagers. I can see it now. "Do you want Uncle Matt to show all your friends the tub picture or do you want to mow his lawn"? That's what I thought.
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