In order to break up the long trip to the south of France, Mom and Dad booked a hotel room at a spa hotel in Genoa. It was a good halfway point, and the hotel has a good restaurant where we figured it would be easy to have a nice dinner with the grandparents while we still kept the baby close by.
We’re learning a few things about traveling with a baby.
First, babies don’t travel light. Mom and Dad managed with a small carry-on bag each, but between the clothes, diapers, bassinet, stroller, changing pad, toys, mobile, and everything else required for our little 7kg bundle-of-joy, there was barely a spare inch in the car.
Second, it makes sense to plan ahead. We’d asked about putting a baby bed in the room, and this was waiting for us. What we didn’t ask was whether the room had a bathtub.
Sure enough, there was a beautiful, oversized rainfall shower. And no bathtub. So bathtime with Juliette was going to be a problem.
The sink was about a meter long and fairly deep, so that was plan B — except it didn’t have a drain plug that closed.
So on to plan C. Necessity, as they say, is the mother of invention.

“You call this a five-star hotel? The bath seems a little small…”

“The bed is perfect. Now all I need is to order some room-service milk!”

“Why? Because I’m worth it…”