i don't take baths.
i think baths are gross.
like...really gross.
i can't remember the last time i took a bath, and i hope that i will never have to take another.
and because of this i have been holding out on putting chet in a real bath.
he is 9 months old and, up until this week, we had always shoved him in his little fold-up baby bath. but, due to lack of space in our car, we chose to leave his bath behind when we drove up to calgary.
so the other night chet took his first real bath. in a tub. and he loved it.
dang!
i was sort of hoping that chet would fit in his baby bath until he was old enough to stand, then he could skip the bathtub stage and go straight to the shower. but i have come to terms with the fact that isn't going to happen!
matt and i have been taking FULL advantage of having grandparents to babysit chet. it has been awesome. date nights are the best!
2 sleeps until christmas.
