Aria and baths

Aria hates baths. I mean, screaming fit hates them. Oh, she'll get in easily enough, but if there's a loud noise while she's in there, or she splashes herself, or the dog walks through a doorway three rooms away, she screams. It's always a battle.

Consequently, bathing her is one of my least favorite things to do, and I don't do it as often as I should. Last night I decided to bathe her and Roan together. Again, something I don't normally do, because Roan likes to really play in the tub, which usually means Aria gets splashed. But it was already creeping up on bedtime so I was in a hurry. The play part went well, actually. The washing part went it's usual way, which is not so good, but it could have been worse. I stayed relatively dry.

Since I had cleaned out the bathroom cabinet, and found the baby lotion, we did lotion after their baths. And Aria LOVED it. Whether it was the massage element, or the feeling of the lotion, or the bonding with mom, I don't know, but she LOVED it. So now I have a bribe. "After your bath, we can do lotion."

I'm a bad mommy.