David is usually the one to sit with him during his bath so I can get everything ready for bed (or steal a few minutes to write a few more lines in a blog post). He always moves the crocheted rug (which I made from a couple bed sheets and is very cushy) from in front of the vanity sink to kneel on by the tub. I listen to them while I straighten the blankets on the bed. Perhaps it is because my husband has done all this before with his first son, but he always makes the bath seem like a fun game. When I do it, I can't help getting annoyed at my glasses getting splashed for the umpteenth time or getting my nightshirt wet just before bed.
Goen has always enjoyed baths. When he was small enough to fit in the extra-wide sink in our cabin, I would hold him with my hands under his head and shoulders and let him float in the water. When he outgrew that, I would do the same thing in the claw foot tub (one of the many things I miss about our little cabin in the woods). And I'll never forget the time a couple months ago when he ran so fast through the hallway to the bathroom that he flipped right over the side of the tub. It happened so fast that David, who was sitting on the edge of the tub, wasn't able to act fast enough to stop him from tumbling in. Luckily there was only an inch of water in there so he didn't go under. And the non-slip mat padded his fall so he didn't get any bruises. He cried briefly, but then took his bath like usual.
The bath time routine has also made getting him to sleep much easier. David dries him and then hands him off to me. We try not to let his feet touch the ground once he is out of the bath, otherwise he tends to get a second wind and start running around again. I snap his diaper on and then crawl into bed. And that is one routine I can really get into.