Tub Time

Finn loves his baths as most babies do. He likes the splashing around, the duck friends he can chew on, kicking the water, the fact he can pull his feet up from under the bubbles and look at them. Oh those feet, those elusive feet, they toy with him really. Which would make for an adorable picture to put up here right now, or better yet a video, but the truth of the matter is that I cannot capture this on film, nor can I get any witnesses for his behavior. Whenever Finn is splashing like mad, water everywhere, laughing and babbling I will call Mark into the bathroom to witness, and he stops. Stops stone cold and just sits there, acts like this is the most boring experience of his life. Sure he might flash a sly smile at his Dad and on occasion he has kicked his feet once or twice for Mark. However, the active, laughing, loving the bath joy that Finn exhibits he reserves for only me. Which is either especially sweet, like we are sharing a moment or he is trying to make me look like a crazy woman.

Finn barely tolerating his bath

I did get one really great picture today. Reading in the tub, which reminded me that I also have a picture of Milo reading in the tub when he was a baby. Different book, but just as riveting apparently.

Finn at almost 4 months

Milo at age 5 months