It doesn't always happen this way, of course, but most nights the hours between 5:30 and 8 at night are pretty sacrosanct as family time. Dinner, certainly. A walk or some play time, absolutely. But--particularly with as hot as it's been--bath time is becoming such a nice, cool spot to unwind together.
Generally (again, most nights, not every night) we leave the dinner dishes for a bit, and everyone comes upstairs to supervise. More often than not, I sit on the side of the tub and dip my toes in--at least until the Kid's splashing drives me to drier ground. Sweet Husband often has a seat on the toilet. And, although he would love to be in the bathtub himself, Moe is constrained to the floor.
The Kid's favorite bath toy is a blue plastic cup that was in the goody bag the birth center sent home with us. He insists that we leave the faucet on just a little trickle, so that he can continually fill and dump the cup.
The cup doubles as a hair washing device. The Kid has just learned to lean back a bit, so that we can avoid dumping water on his face. He doesn't completely trust us not to drown him yet, but we're working on it!
When it's time to drain the tub, the Kid often pulls the plug himself, and then waits for all the water to drain before he'll consent to be lifted out and dried off.
Then we go through the ritual of the new game I've made out of teeth brushing. Although it's hard to explain to you all how it goes, I sort of ambush him with the toothbrush. He thinks that's funny, so he giggles and lets me into his mouth for a few quick brushes. I'm not sure our dentist would call it perfect technique, but it's better than nothing.
When he finally escapes, the Kid zooms naked into his room for a diaper and pjs. At that point the family meeting is typically adjourned, with one parent and Moe going downstairs for the dishes, while the other rocks the Kid to sleep. We try to take turns, but this week, I'll admit, I've taken more than my fair share of nights rocking.