Night of the Living Dread Duck

I hadn't snuck in for a photo of Zach during naptime in a while, so I popped in yesterday for a quick shot. Last time I did this was over a year ago. When I compared the two, a couple things stood out: a) he is sleeping in the same position, b) he has finally grown into his sumo-wrestler thighs, and c) Dread duck has not only aged, but has been cast aside like an old diaper wipe. [Dread duck is thrown behind him; his new, cleaner, less dready duck (though still lacking in any remaining fluff) is clasped lovingly in his arms.]