When we last saw Owen bathing, he was happily seated in his Wash Pod, feeling all contained and secure, if a bit solemn. Fast forward to a month ago, when I gave Owen a bath in his Pod only to discover what happened when he played with his new favorite toy -- his toes -- in his tub. The answer is: he gets rather wedged in, making it hard to lift his slippery chub and enrobe it in a ducky towel. When I lifted him up, the tub came too! Oh dear.
So we got a basin tub for intermediate bathing, and he now mostly takes a daily bath in his tub in a tub, sitting up, kicking his feet and eating his wash cloth.
Next stop: a pool and a natty pair of trunks?