On Thursday evening, I was trying to wake Leighton up to feed him. No matter what I did - rubbing his feet with an ice cube for a second or two, taking his clothes off, changing his diaper, singing...he was out like a light and refusing to wake up. So we decided to put him in the tub.
He stayed asleep. Splashing water on his cheeks and stomach, scrubbing his head with a washcloth...it didn't faze him a bit.
Finally, after we got him out of the tub, he opened his eyes and woke up a little.
But he seemed pretty annoyed at us over the whole thing. Don't worry, he got over it as soon as the milk hit his mouth.