Quack Attack

It seems Cal has started a collection of rubber ducks. We turned our backs and low and behold, he’s fighting monkey ducks and pirate ducks for space in his bath tub. Very quietly this collection of bobbing birds has grown from a few traditional yellow squeakers presented at my baby showers to incorporate other “rare species” his Aunt Amy acquired recently at a local street fair. And, unlike his mommy, Cal loves his birds – chewing on them at dinner time while I get his food ready, or waving them around in the bath. Looks like I need to learn the full lyrics to “Rubber Duckie”…