The Last Sink Baths

There is something about bathtub photos that I just adore, or in our case: sink photos. I don't know if it's wet hair and bubbles or just the pure joy and innocence of a child playing in water that makes me just smile and melt inside. Some of my absolute favorite photos of Henry are of him in the water, and I know that years from now, they're going to be the ones that I cherish the most.

At 2 1/2, Henry is getting way too big for our sink. He's taken showers with us before, but we know he prefers to splash and play, even in the way-to-small sink. Both places that we have lived since having him were lacking a bathtub, something that I too have missed in our five years of marriage immensely.

Saturday our master bathroom began it's remodel. Or I should say...existence? When we moved in two years ago, there was nothing in that room but a few pipes coming up from the floor and the studs. It's sat empty (okay, so it's been used for storage) for two long years awaiting the time that we could afford to undertake all that it needed.

Soon Henry will have a bathtub...and I know he's going to be thrilled. And so am I, but I feel as if this transition just concretes the idea that my baby is no longer baby but very much big-boy. When he takes that very last sink bath, I will document every minute because I never want to forget it - or this stage in his, and our, lives.