Ivo: No bath

Ivo has eschewed baths for a couple months now. No one knows why and as with all things unpleasant, we'd hoped it was temporary - so we don't even know how long it's been.

Not how long it's been since he bathed (Thursday - it's Tuesday now). Just how long it's been since he hasn't hated it. I remember him being less interested but not in mortal panic over baths as "winter" (all 28 degrees of it) hit. I didn't worry though because he still loved baths at the babysitter's. But one day, in the car, as he realized where we were going, he told me "no aiyi" and then "no bath aiyi home." So - I mark that as the death knell of the happy bath.

He used to love baths. After dinner either Ryan or I would sit/play/bathe him for almost an hour while the other cleaned up after dinner. Ivo took so many baths, the majority didn't involve hair washing.

Now, every bath has hair washing. Poor little guy stands in the half-foot of water screaming, red-faced, looking like a wet rat, trying desperately to reason with us. "W-w-w-want towel..." "w-w-want bao bao papa..." He hates baths so much, he mentions "no bath" while just walking by the bathroom. He doesn't like to hear the water running and doesn't want other people to take baths either. No papa bath. No mama bath. No gwammie bath. When we tell him that he doesn't have to take a bath, but some of us like baths, he says, "No."
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This morning, I was up early at the computer when Ryan and Ivo came down. Ivo's having some half-wake/half-sleep booby. When I told him we're gonna change sides he nodded, eyes-closed and said, "no bath."

Pics are from 0905 and 0806.