Rubber Ducky, You're The One

From the beginning, M has enjoyed her baths, but recently, her new-found appreciation for her limbs (and her growing mastery over them) has led to something that can only be termed "play."*

So as I wash her hair and soap up her arms and legs, she pistons her little legs, and pushes off the aft wall of her baby tub in a way that makes her go alarmingly slidy.  Not only is she a most unsteady little craft to wash, but she stirs up quite the tempest. 

But yesterday, she seemed to be plotting fresh mischief.

In order to distract her from whatever it was that she was planning, I introduced a rubber ducky into the mix.

She seemed at first a bit perturbed, but soon she and the duck were on very good terms.

Such good terms, in fact, that she attempted to eat it.

She seems to have been successful, so in future you might all try to keep any rubber poultry of which you are particularly fond out of her reach.

*If we termed it anything else, it would be "splashing Mommy most unnecessarily and making her get water - soapy water - up her nose."  This is too long for everyday use.  So play it is.