Bath Time

In the last couple of weeks Jack suddenly converted from a bath-lover to a boy who despises them.  Out of the blue he started refusing to even sit down and screamed the whole 2 minutes it took for Jason and me to tag-team frantically washing and holding him to prevent falls.  It's been rough!


I guess I mentioned this to my sister and she came to the rescue!  Tonight Jack received in the mail 3 new bath toys:

What a lucky guy!  Turns out it worked too!  We had an excellent bath tonight, and he wanted to take his fishing rod to bed with him.  That was a little risky with the plastic rope, so I traded him for a Thomas bath squirter instead.

Thanks Aunt Kelly!!