Tonight, I dared to give Atticus a bath by myself. Usually, Robby & I tag-team.
Atticus had woken up from a two-and-a-half hour nap, fed, and sat happily in bed smiling at me. I gingerly placed him on the bathroom counter & slowly took his sleeper & onesie off while talking to him animatedly. I tickled his belly, then carefully lowered him into the hammock of the baby bathtub. Instead of running water straight into his bathtub, we usually place a large bowl under the faucet & pour water over him from a cup. He was still staring intently at me when I turned the faucet on. We heard a sputtering in the pipes & a deluge of cold water suddenly shot our of the shower head. In a state of shock, Atticus froze then shrieked loudly. His face immediately turned beet red. I was as shocked as he was, and when I saw his little body wet and cold, I picked him up and hugged him until he settled down.
Luckily, Atticus does not begrudge us of our duties. He let me bathe him after a few minutes of consolation. I'm surprised that he even let us put him back into the bathtub so quickly after that brief traumatic incident.
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