Oh, were there tears and screams and wailing going on for the bath. In all fairness to Jonas I hated baths, too, and that lasted until I was about 8 years old! Hopefully, he'll get over it sooner than I did.
The calm before the storm.
Occasionally Jonas flashes a smile. When he does, my heart just melts.
Unfortunately, this was only to last about 2 seconds--that was before we put him in the bath.
Oh my! We even saw the lower lip trembling. That's when we know we've really done it.
I'll never forget when I watched the nurse bathe him after he was born how his lower lip trembled and there was something in his cry that made me tear up. I occasionally hear this specific cry every now and again, and it still has the same effect on me.
A brief moment of quiet submission. Key word = brief.
Even putting on the dinosaur towel after the bath wasn't a consolation, but at least we were done. For now, anyway...