Bath Time
Published by Dad July 22nd, 2007 in development, family, parenthoodJust to be clear: I have no problem giving Jack a bath. Its just being in there with him that’s the problem.
In fact, I’m teaching him how to swim in the bathtub. This is in advance of our planned trip to the East Hampton next weekend where I intend to throw him in the ocean.
According to my Mother, my Father threw me in a pool when I was three weeks old. I figure, I survived, so Jack should be just fine. Plus I’ve given Jack an additional 8 months to prepare. Mostly to compensate for the fact that I’m throwing him into the Atlantic Ocean, not a swimming pool on top of a skyscraper on Lake Shore Drive. But also ’cause I’m a big softie.
See below for photos from training camp.
Swimming!
Almost ready to get out of the tub.
“Father, please remove me from this bath tub as soon as possible.”
Where do you get all these memories of WHAT I SAID??? Not sure I said all that, but it is true is that you were an early swimmer and loved the water. There are other stories about your swimming. Grandpa Herb and the stitches story. You and Peter almost going out to sea in Nantucket. Maybe I can dig up some more to tell Jack when we take him out in the canoe this summer. love and kisses
Amongst our little circle of friends, the dads do the bathing.
In fact, so much so in our house, that I live in ever-loving fear of having to bathe my own child. When it’s Mommy/Henry bath time? No one’s having fun. It’s all business.
When he was wee and lazy (ie, NOT MOVING ABOUT), it was no problem. But once that child learned to stand up, the party. was. over.
What is that contraption Jack’s got? Can I buckle my 16-month-old into it?
Also, last week we had Henry to the beach in South Carolina. That boy leapt from his stroller and ran–not walked or approached with trepidation–to the water. Mommy had another sip of her drink and said “I’ll take the pictures!” thereby relieving herself of any responsibility as Henry was swept to sea… *sigh*
Archie…No need to rent canoes. There are two kayaks at the house. And paddles, believe it or not.