Frogs Make Me Tinkle

Like every new parent, Jason and I were so excited to give Tanner his first bath in the froggie tub.  We had visions of cooing and splashing, much like us when we hit the beach.  Oh hell no.  It was more like Chinese water torture.  Coos and splashes turned into blood curling crying and pissing. Yup, Tanner tinkled not once, but twice on Jason during the process.  And it wasn't while he was in the bath.  Both times was when he was holding him.  Here's the aftermath and some more pics, including a tushy one (as requested by Poppy)

I also want to clarify a few things from my last post after getting emails congratulating us as if we really had a set schedule. The last post was an example.  A snipit of one evening.  What I left out is that no day is exactly the same (except for the number of bottle feedings and diaper changes).  I also left out Tanner's newest way to spend 8-10pm - screaming, crying, beating his fists and turning beat red from the inconsolable and non-stop tantrums.  I'm not calling it the "C" word yet (moms will know the dreaded "C" word), but it may be close.  He's not a happy camper and there's nothing we can do to make it better (other than drink hard liquor).

Personally, I think that Happiest Baby crap by Dr. Karp is a load of sh*t.  We read the book and watched the video of Dr. Karp magically consoling babies with one of his 5 "S's (swaddling, shushing, side/stomach, swinging, sucking).  What I realized after having my own newborn, trying the techniques and re-watching the video is that the cut-aways of him soothing are only 5 seconds.  Yeah, I can console Tanner for 5 seconds; it's the stuff that starts at the 6th second that's impossible.  And believe me, we've tried it all.  Jason was close to putting him in the car and driving around the block for 2 hours the other night.  I've even resorted to singing.  Hmmmmm...maybe that's why he cries in the first place.