rubber ducky, you're the one

Today we discovered all the fun things a one year old person can do with a bean bag chair. We can sit in the chair, climb on the chair, stand in the chair and flirt with ourselves in the mirror, and, most fun of all, slide down the chair as if it were playground equipment. We have a neat beanbag chair from Target, actually shaped like a chair with a back and arms but filled with beanbag filling, which, I guess, is beans. Styrofoam beans, maybe, because I wouldn't want a chair that could be a snack to anything (known or unknown) living in this house.

"Duck" was the new word of the day, and luckily for us, he enunciated it well enough for it not to be mistaken for another (rhyming) word that I hope he doesn't learn for a few years yet. He brought his rubber ducky to each of us in turn, and we sang the Rubber Ducky song.

Rubber Ducky, You're the one!

You make bath time so much fun.

Rubber Ducky, I'm really fond of you...

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I'm sure I've botched the lyrics, and I could have taken the time to research them on the net before typing them here, but, hey, I didn't. This is the way we sang it to him anyway. Maybe Ernie will forgive us. Turns out, Dennis really likes the Rubber Ducky song, so we sang it a lot. And he walked around saying "duck, duck" at the top of his lungs.

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Dennis has a really awesome rocking horse that his grandmothers painted for him, and he loves to ride it even though his feet won't reach the ground (as in, his feet are over a foot off the ground, so we have to hold him up there). He walks over and pets the horse when he isn't riding it, and today, he pulled the first hair out of the horse's mane (we may all be bald by the time Dennis graduates--he loves to pull hair). He has started trying to climb on the horse, but all he can really do is stand up on the rockers and hold on. I need to get him some sort of safe climbing structure (is than an oxymoron?).

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He brushed his teeth again this morning (gotta put that toothbrush up a little higher), this time with 2 toothbrushes at the same time. Double the plaque-fighting, I suppose. And, while I was in the bathroom this morning for, um, some personal time, Dennis escaped from his room and came to surprise me. I think he had a little help from Daddy, who found the whole thing a little too funny.

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I'm getting ready for bed now so the cacophony of snores may begin. We moved the baby monitor to my side of the bed instead of across the room, so I fell asleep last night to the sweet sounds of baby snores mixing with the scary, log sawing, dog scaring, otherworldly sucking and snarling sounds coming from the other side of our bed. And judging from the dryness of my mouth (and funk therein) this morning, I was contributing to the choir. I wonder if the dog is getting any sleep at all!