...and brimming with an independent spirit now! From his first bath when he couldn't even hold his head together, much less know what was going on, to now when he is actually filling up a mug full of water from a bucket and pouring it on himself! He won't have it any other way, in fact, so his baths take a long time now. All I do is sit there and try to make sure he doesn't slip or fall into the bucket. Meanwhile, he plays with the running water, splashes around with the mug and the bucket, tries (unsuccessfully) to rub soap on himself, ends up throwing the soap somewhere he can't reach it, and generally has a blast. We both come out drenched and happy and it's good times all around. The good thing about this terrible weather is that Vir can have his little bath party twice a day. All you have to do is tell him it's nhai nhai time and he starts trying to rip off his T-shirt while on his way to the bathroom.
Mysteriously enough, despite this frequent scrubbing and splashing, he still manages to look like a little scoundrel who has made his way out of a sandpit most of the time. Sigh. Serves me right for having a boy!