The Inflatable Duck Debacle

It seems like just yesterday when I could plop Anna on her playmat and go about my business without having to keep an eye on her.  Nowadays, though, being the big crawler and sitter-upper that she is, I can’t do that anymore.  Who knew that babies are so much work? 

Although, it is worth mentioning that she’s still not entirely comfortable sitting up so she goes from this:

To this:

She obviously finds it funny, too.

Anyway, despite not being able to go into the kitchen for a cookie without being stalked by an adorable crawler, the fact that she is developing so quickly is a great thing.  I love coming home everyday to learn about her latest accomplishment.

Last night was a big one.  Because she is such a big girl, I was informed by Miranda that Anna has graduated from the lie-down bath tub to the inflatable ducky tub. 

Two quick notes on this.  First, when Miranda pulled the ducky tub out of the closet, it was already inflated.  How is it possible that I hadn’t notice a huge, inflated ducky tub in a closet I use everyday?  Second, as Miranda drew the bath, I couldn’t help but think of the scene in “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure,” where the fat guy who Pee Wee thinks stole his bike is bathing in a swimming pool.  That’s how big this inflatable duck tub is.

Anyway, words can’t really describe how cute this was, so here’s a pictorial telling of Anna’s first attempt at bathing in an inflatable duck:

Here we are, testing it out sans water and fully clothed.  So far so good.

At this point in her old bath tub she’s normally all smiles.  Something’s not right.

And here it comes…her best Chris Crocker impersonation:

She clearly did not find bathing in the inflatable duck tub as fun as she finds falling over from a sitting up position.

I guess this just proves that Fergie’s wrong – big girls do, in fact, cry!

Although a scary incident in the a big inflatable ducky tub can always be made better with the help of a nice fluffy towel and playtime with mom and dad.