Rub a dub dub, Tripp in the tub...

Tripp, like most little boys, was not overly fond of bathing at first.  Of course, this may have to do with the fact that he was five and a half weeks old before he could have something other than a sponge bath; his umbilical cord fell off after 29 days, and we had to wait another week until his circumcision had fully healed.

Now, I won't say he really loves bathing yet, but I can usually get a smile or two out of him during the event.  He's also much happier with a higher water level and for some reason, he enjoys the sensation of water being poured over his head.

During today's bath time, I took some pictures for his future wife to see and subsequently ridicule.  I've made sure that these are PG.  Don't want to get the blog shut down!

This is pre-bath.  From his dubious expression, I'm pretty sure he knows something big is in the works.

Once he was in the tub, he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the experience being photographed...

Realizing this could be future blackmail material...

"That better be No More Tears, Ma.'

Starting to enjoy it a bit...

"Seriously.  Do you have to take pictures of EVERYTHING?"

There, now!  Rinsed out that shampoo, and he started to get happier!  I missed every smile with the camera, by the way.

Post-smile by one second...

I love this one!  He is definitely plotting something.  Peeing in the bathwater?  The world may never know.

How can he look so innocent just seconds later?

He's just too cute.  No way around it.

Singin' in the shower!

"Ahhhhh!"

I really wish they made these chairs for adults.

The fruits of our labor...

One clean, unhappy baby!