To the untrained eye this may seem to be just another bath toy. But to Rocky it is his closest confidant, the friend that goes with him everywhere in and out of the bath, his most trusted adviser, his rock.
Baby oil. Sure, he seems to sorta' like it being rubbed on his body post-bathtime, but what does he
really love? The bottle itself. He can be crying like crazy and I whip this thing out, and it's nothing but smiles from there on. We've already decided that once the contents are gone, this thing is getting washed and becoming a permanent fixture in his toy collection.
You could take every toy that was thoughtfully given to us by a friend or family member, or any of the toys we've picked out and bought ourselves, and lay them on the rug next to a remote, and the kid goes for the remote - in the mouth, banging against the floor, and ,
my personal favorite, thrust in the direction of my face.
Ouch.
Here's Rocky sittin' on his brand new potty. Feel free to share pics of you on your potty!
Amazingly, Lupe's breath doesn't seem to bother him.
Jen is a licensed, card-carryin', ivory tickler...
Generally happy baby, awaiting foodstuffs. Pig in background courtesy Mz. Maggie Butler.
Weekend afternoon at Amoeba with Dad (turns out Rocky is a big Hall & Oates fan - I mean, c'mon...Maneater? What's not to like?).
