Bathing a Baby

I say definitely to bath. However, try not to bath everyday as it will dry out the babies skin.

Of course. Our babes love getting a bath and having fun. You can makes bath time happy time using The Tub with Sling. It's sturdy, holds lots of water, has the handy butt bump to help baby sit up.The tub  has a built in compartment to hold shampoo, etc...Also, the plug on the bottom is a nice feature which drains fast and changes color if the water is too hot.This tub fits on your sink so you can bathe baby right over the kitchen sink. This helps keep you from bending over so much.

I don't have children yet but when I do, I most definitely will give wash them. I'd hate for them to be the stinky child at school if I didn't.

Parentdish, It is unnecessary to bathe a newborn. Cleansing the skin with baby oil for the first few weeks is recommended. A newborn's skin is very fragile, and susceptible to infections. As well it is very dry and porous. Soap can be very irritating to newborn skin. Soap is harsh and drying, oil is cleansing and lubricating and sets up a protective barrier against the outside world. It also helps to keep the baby warm. In a few weeks when the skin has matured, then it is acceptable to give baby a bath with a mild soap.

 Only if the baby spits up or has a loose bowel movement is there a need for washing other then these areas with soap for a few weeks. And newborns should be oiled at least once a day, and all older babies should be oiled once a day for the next 6 months to a year, and particularly after every bath.

Daily bathing is an absolute minimum requisite for your health and the child's health.  Sadly, some kids think they will go down the drain with the water, which can be scary until they get used to bathing -- the second or third bath.

Take the kid in the bath with you when you take a bath. 

That way, you are sure that the water is the right temperature, but don't make it too deep for the kid to feel secure.

Bathing a kid is as natural as putting the kid to bed.  I remember one time when I was about six years old and Mom came into my room (and tried not to look disgusted). 

"Clean up this room!  This is the worst sanitary hazard in American history!"

"But Mom, I can't clean it up!"

"Why not?"

"There is a monster under my bed!"

She cringed.  "Son, there is no monster under your bed.  Clean your room."

I refused.  She glowered.  "I'll prove it!"  I put down my copy of Easyriders and slung on my toughest armored gauntlet.  Then I gently lifted the covers and saw what I feared most.

I dove under the bed, and dragged it out with all my strength.  It snarled, and dragged me back under the bed.  I pulled it out again, and before it could slink away to safety, I beaned it on top about five times with my baseball bat as hard as I could -- and I had put baseballs out of the park!

It was green, had three oblong purple eyes, seven legs, a big gnarly set of jagged teeth, three claws you'd expect on the lobster from the black lagoon, and an attitude.

It stopped, its eyes rolled about for a few seconds, then it came to, grabbed the baseball bat, jerked me off the floor, and leveled the bat onto my head -- then it said, "Kid, you are too rude for your own safety!  Quit antagonizing me!"

Then it stalked out of the apartment, down the street, into the sewer, and was gone.

Mom gasped at the pungent smell, heaved a disgusted cough, and said, "That was a liverwurst sandwich I made for you six months ago!"

"See, Mom, I told you there was a monster under the bed!"

Now, if I could just have convinced her about my invisible friend, Big Nasty . . ..