Rubber Ducky, You're The One...



Welcome to the exciting bath time blog post! If there is anything cuter than a baby, it is a baby in bath water. Just remember to always remove the baby before throwing out said water.

I think I read that somewhere.

The title, of course, comes from the classic Sesame Street Ernie classic, "Rubber Ducky". Some sample lyrics:

Rubber Ducky, you're the one,
You make bathtime lots of fun,
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;

Woo woo be doo

Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo

Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby

Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!

My apologies to any recent immigrants to this country, who somehow managed to lumber through the dregs of their young lives without the essential joy that is a muppet. I am always astounded that two cultures can co-exist that didn't learn to count from the Count. One Two Three... A-ha-ha-ha. A similar case can be made for a lot of our children's books and television. Apparently American culture doesn't yet permeate down to the very lowest levels of society (and what could be lower than a 4 year old). Another example: People in India have never heard of Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham, or the Star-Bellied Sneech.

Astonishing.



For each one of these blogs I gather together whatever my latest footage may be, select the cream of the crop, tweak the contrast, remove red eye, resize the image, and save it into a to-be-blogged folder. As I was going through these adorable bath time photos (which all turned out to be Rylie, check the distinctive belly button/hernia), my lovely bride insistently pointed out that I could not post anything "below the belt" as it were, because of perverts and weirdos.

My first response was that was absurd. Then I thought a little more aboout the internet and the depths to which it can sink. Depths that make the Marianas Trench(max depth 11 km) look like a kiddy pool. Sadly I agreed, so most of these are judiciously cropped. However, I really did want to give an accurate impression of what the bathing area was like. If nothing else, I am known for my journalistic integrity. So I include this photo with the tamper-proof black square, safe for all ages.



As most of you have probably noticed by now, I have switched to a new blog template. This occurred after months of harassment from Blogspot insisting I update to the latest in blog technology. There are a few changes, but so far it seems darn similar. Maybe on some day of maximum procrastination I will explore its new features fully. I am sure somewhere is a knob I can turn to hypnotize my readers into purchasing Kicker of Elves-themed products. Maybe a frisbee with my face on it, I don't know. Something terrifying, that is certain.

Yes, today's posting was a bit rambling, I will admit. I promise to continue edumacating y'all next time. Maybe we will finally cover the Chinese cultural revolution, as I promised so long ago (check the archives... it's there.) I leave you with a non-bath time photo of the girls wearing matching hooded sweatshirts. We can't decide if it makes them look more like gansta rappers, boxers, or Jedi.

K-Mac... Now, that's a name I haven't heard in a long time...