rub-a-dub-dub, baby in a tub

Our bathroom renovation has sent Andrew and me downstairs to shower and our boy to the kitchen sink for his baths. After tonight, I might never bathe him anywhere else.

The bubbles, the kitchen window, the dish brushes that he kept trying to illegally grab. It's all! so! fun!

Honestly, sometimes I can't look directly at him. The cuteness and the sweetness is just too much and I think I might just die dead right there on the spot.

You too?