See that boy there? The one who's having a blast in the tub? Oh how we miss that boy. From day 1 Nigel has loved taking a bath. What's not to love — especially for a kid that would live in the pool if we let him. When we moved to Texas he was slightly less interested in taking baths, but he'd still sit still and play for a bit.
That all changed about two weeks ago. One day, after they had worked on the waterline in our neighborhood for the millionth time, some mud came out of the faucet and Nigel saw it. It totally freaked him out. We got over that hurdle, only to have a little poo episode. Now, he's afraid of sitting down in the tub. Afraid is an understatement. There's a whole 'lotta screamin' going on over here. We've got good old fashioned screaming, plus the yelling of some very dramatic — often hilarious — phrases, such as: "I gotta get out of here" and "There's some yuckiness in here." And it doesn't help things that our cold water is so hot (we've had more than 60 days over 100 this summer) that Tim has to run the bath 30 minutes before bath time and add ice cubes to the tub.
It's so dry here that we had been giving Nigel a bath every other day, but in order to get Nigel calmed down we're doing it every night with more play and less cleaning. Any other suggestions?
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