Duck

I think it time to document the growth of the sixth non-blood member of our family.  Duck was a baby gift from a good work friend when I was pregnant with Lillian.  I think it was one of those last second thoughts tied to the top of the gift as a cute decoration.  Who knew he'd become such an important part of our lives.

 

Lillian getting ready to feed Duck 5 days after her brothers were born.

We used to play with Play-doh a lot in the summer.  Until I got sick of picking little tiny pieces of Play-doh out of the rugs or finding hard chunks of it in "pie" form in Lillian's oven - then it made its way to its rightful place - the trash.  Play-Doh duck friends were one of the favorite things to create.  These both have William's birthmark on their heads added by the talented and most observant Lillian.

Twin Ducks with William's birthmark.

The Duck makes his way into and out of every single baby crib, swing, bumbo, high chair, car seat, excersaucer, you name it.  He's sitting there every time I go to put a baby in.  Here he is simply laying with the boys on the floor.  He doesn't want to miss a minute of what the boys are doing.

Sam is just thinking, "What the hell? Not this guy again."

I don't even want to think about the number of newborn diapers that went into the trash, CLEAN, because Duck had worn out the tabs.  This was before we made the switch to cloth, so we really hated that Duck had to use so many disposables.

Laying diapered in the Boppy as Sam and Will did on many occasions.

We all know toddlers love pots and pans.  I was shocked though to see this one day.  If Lillian only knew the awful morbidity of such an act... Good thing we don't eat wild game in this house.

WHAT is for dinner???!!!

Every Duck needs some friends outside of the family.  These must be our Duck's friends.  Strangely they all look alike...must be related.  And P.S. to any family members reading this...PLEASE do not buy us anymore Elmos.  Thank you in advance.

And this isn't even all of them.

So thankfully we've now moved on from Duck wearing diapers and he is getting potty trained.  He went poopy and potty in the toilet (made of blocks) yesterday so he was rewarded with a sticker, strangely stuck to his leg, and a pair of purple panties.  Please note the panties are not yet being used on any humans, much to my dismay.

Don't have an accident on that slide Duck!

Duck was wounded the other day (I failed to take a picture of it) and while watching Lillian's face while performing surgery on him I was reminded how precious he is to this little girl.  He is her Velveteen Rabbit and the thought brings tears to my eyes.  I feel for Duck and his future (I am seriously almost crying right now about a couple pieces of fabric and some stuffing), but for right now, he could not be more loved.

Happily laying under the tree watching the lights just like I did as a kid.