Yum, duck.We have two duckies, actually. One is tiny and came wearing a sailor cap, with his little plastic ass wedged into a bar of glycerin soap. He dates to long before Alexander was even being considered, at least by me, and didn't make it into the photo shoot. Alexander might have been sitting on him... The other, pictured below, belonged to my grandfather, and I brought it home last September, wedged into my luggage with the entire contents of a Carter's store and most of the Ralph Lauren Outlet store's kiddie section. So, clearly intended for the offspring.
Action shotHe likes them both. And now that he can sit up, bath time is actually quite fun. In fact, rather than being a form or torture, it's a fun 20 min activity that I have to be careful not to overuse, else I wash the skin from my child's sturdy little frame.
Post-bath, clearly (and on a different day, but let's not quibble with the sleep-deprived lady holding the camera).
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