A parental version of What’s On My iPod or some such thing like that. In descending order of importance, most to least:
- • kiddie towel with the cute hood thingy that keeps ’em cozy;
- • pennywhistle (from the Emerald Isle itself, via the Mother Outlaw; I’m abysmal at it but practice makes perfect, and she hasn’t begged me to stop yet);
- • most recent New Yorker (on a big reading night: I get the film review in, Shouts and Murmurs, Talk of the Town, etc.); alternately, The Nation, if I haven’t read Katha Pollitt yet, or last week’s NYT Sunday Magazine;
- • leftovers from the kid’s dinner that she didn’t eat, so as to aid & abet the ongoing Sympathy Pregnancy Weight Gain;
- • camera, for come-what-may, + ongoing “bathtime multitasking” photo essay; and
- • notebook & pen, as pictured above (as alternative to reading matter).
Already in the tub:
- • mesh thingamabobber that’s suction-cupped to the wall & contains whatever random things she’s playing with at the moment, which currently features a 20-year old 2 oz. Nalgene backpacking bottle, the unusable part off a friend’s espresso maker (handed down from her girls), and those bath crayons that are so much fun I have a hard time sharing them with her;
- • washcloth, which I forget to use on her like 85% of the time (I am the dad here, after all, must uphold the slack relationship to bodily cleanliness that was set in concrete as of age of five, the Dawn of the Tomboy; noticable foodstuffs are hastily wiped off at end of bath, particularly if mum is likely to see her before the lights go out);
- • baby shampoo/body cleaner, which it rarely occurs to me to use, except in extreme situations (why? indelible inks rub off after a week or two; water gets most everything else. What? What?).
Expressly NOT included, never will be:
- • phone.
I have that little problem remembering to use the washcloth and babywash, too…
Yay! I was worrying that I was the only one. With a partner who was a Dirty Hippie Baby, and therefore abhors the thought of ours being one, I can get a little defensive.
Noah is still of the age where mysterious crud accumulated between his fingers, and also his toes. It comes out better when the washcloth is employed.
The hardest part is making sure his boy parts get regularly cleaned. At our last dr visit, we were told we needed to do better, so just the soak does not appear to be sufficient. 🙁
I’ve always wanted a bidet. So European. Since upcoming kid #2 is a boy child, and since we are not going to circumcise, I think we’ll finally have the excuse I’ve been waiting for! [I’d have never figured there’d be so much to learn about the bidet, by the way. Wow, and Meet Mr. Bidet! Celebrity bidet users? Or just celebrities who had no idea the ultimate consequences of their being photographed by Mr. Bidet?]