Fun in the Bath

Charlie had his first "fun" bath on Sunday. We had resorted to having John take Charlie into the shower with him to bathe him for the past couple of months, because Charlie was really not liking the bath process. The shower seemed to go much more smoothly, although John was always nervous about dropping him when he was slippery with soap. But now that he's sitting up really well on his own, we decided last week to go back to the baby tub and see how that would go. We had removed the infant insert, and pulled out some toys we had for the bath. The first time we tried it, Charlie was still a little tentative and obviously did not enjoy it. But on Sunday, he got comfortable enough to splash around and have some fun, even trying to fish around for the toys that were floating around him. The only time he got really upset was when he smacked the water with his hand for the first time, and it splashed back into his eyes and nose. I am looking forward now to bath time, instead of dreading it!

This morning Charlie had his first yogurt for breakfast. He seemed to like it alright. It's great that he's starting to eat more and more of the foods that they provide at the daycare, so soon we'll not have to bring in as many items from home.

Charlie has made quite a friend in Henri, his daycare classmate. Henri shares Mary as his primary caregiver, and seems to have "adopted" Charlie as his little brother of sorts. Mary tells me that when she asks him "where is Mary's boy?" Henri now points to both himself and Charlie, instead of just himself. I hear stories all the time about how he will pick up Charlie's pacifier and bring it to him. Apparently he refuses to hand it to any of the adults, and will only give it back to Charlie. (Charlie uses a different type of pacifier from all the other kids in the Hummingbird room, so it's easy to pick out which one is his.) Yesterday when I picked Charlie up, I was careful not to let him know I was there at first (otherwise, he cries if I don't pick him up right away, and then I can't get his stuff together while holding him.) But Henri saw me when I brought Charlie's carseat out into the main room. He promptly walked over to Charlie, who was playing on the drum (as usual!), and started poking him in the arm to get his attention. When Charlie looked at him, Henri pointed to me, as if to say "your mom is here!" It was so precious.