
Since Calvin finally outgrew his wash basin that we were using as a bathtub, we began bathing Aivy and Calvin at the same time. The boy took to the big tub like a young Michael Phelps.

That is, of course, assuming that the young Michael Phelps had an older sister who wanted to wash his hair. Maybe his speed in the water was a survival technique...

When he's not in the water, Calvin likes to hang out with his mom on his little car.

Or mug for the camera...

With his old man.

Calvin really enjoys playing with big red balls or anything else that challenges him to stand up. He's even walking around with support already. I say he's cruising already but Linh thinks I'm exaggerating his abilities.
Sorry for
believing in him, Linh. Geez.

Here's our little Frenchman ready to storm the Bastille.

And here is Aivy in our backyard answering the call of the wild.

But she still has time for precious moments with her mom.
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