Meet-Up and Duck Face Amos.
How do I keep running out of time to post here? I love writing down thoughts and sharing pictures on my blog, if not for any other reason than I enjoy looking back at it years later. I’ve been doing this for quite some time, since maybe 2002. I’m too tired to look back and check the date of my very first entry, but it’s been years!
I can’t seem to catch up on anything lately. I need a pause button. Or maybe a part time nanny, and while we’re at it I’ll also take a house cleaner and heck, why not a butler too. Oh and a professional dog walker would be pretty awesome.
Wait. Then I wouldn’t really be living my life. I’d just be directing it. I might have time to post on my blog, but I wouldn’t have much to blog about.
Ah, well. Conundrum.
I’m over tired and rambling. Tyler accidentally woke up Ada at 4:30 this morning when he came home. Tyler then slept until I woke him up to leave for work at 3 in the afternoon. I feel like my eyeballs are melting in my skull. I really need to go to bed.
But first, before I go cross eyed, I’ve got to share a couple things.
I met Rachel, a long time blog friend, today! She has two daughters just a bit younger than Rosie and Ada. Her daughter Ella and Rosie had a blast playing together at the park. I think she’s the sixth person from the blog world I’ve met now. Kind of thrilling. Who wants to meet up next?
(Rachel I hope you don’t mind if I post these pictures! Feel free to steal them if you want any of them.)
It was super windy and kind of cool today. I think the girls had fun anyway, despite Rosie not making it out the door with her coat.
Why does Rosie look so very old here!? (My children are both huge compared to their peers.)
What an awesome “cheese” face!
They really liked that thing. I think I need one in my backyard.
The sun was blinding today! Too bad it wasn’t warm at all. We’re even supposed to have a freeze tonight.
After playing on the playground we walked down to the edge of the lake to look at the geese and ducks.
The water level was abnormally low and there were way less birds than usual. I’ve never seen the water that low before, it was weird.
We stepped down onto a spot that should have been underwater, but it was now a dry dirt bank. Ada ran over and scooped up a baby duck.
She’s always trying to pick up wild birds because she thinks they are just like her pet chickens, domesticated. Usually of course the birds all fly away and she is dismayed.
This time the duckling didn’t run away.
See how small it is in comparison to Ada? It has no feathers at all, so it must have just hatched in the past few days.
Nothing is wrong with it, it’s just tame. Very, very tame.
Why is it so tame? I think it was abandoned by someone. An Easter gift that peeped too loud and pooped a lot.
Really, if you saw this giant toddler running at you, arms outstretched, grinning a la Darla from Finding Nemo…why in the world would you not run for your life?
Not only did it not run, when I put it down it hid underneath of me. Then it wanted to follow me.
It was cold outside, windy, and there was no mama duck in sight. No other baby ducks around. I looked nearby on the lake and no other duck was worried about this poor shivering peeping ball of freaking adorable cute fluff.
WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?
Rosie named it Duck Face Amos.
It’s in a rubbermaid tub under a heat lamp, snuggled up in pine shavings at a nice toasty 100 degrees, basking in my living room.
Either my kids will remember they had an awesome childhood, or they will tell their therapist how crazy their mother was when they were growing up.
Tonight Duck Face Amos fell asleep snuggled up on Rosie’s shoulder by her neck. When it was time to put Duck Face Amos in the brooder so the girls could go to bed Ada insisted on singing the duck her own version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, which is something like this:
Twankle twakle little star, how I wonder who you are.
Up above the noodle so high.
Like a farm in the sky.
Twanke twankle little noodle star
Har har har har har har har.
“Good night Duck Face!”
And she kept blowing it kisses.
I die of teh cute.
Anyway, it was great to meet Rachel and her family.
I wish you all lived closer so our girls could play together! Rosie loved Ella and has talked about her all night, even calling her by the correct name and not Emma. Haha. Rosie tried to make us name the duck Emma too, and when I said no she picked Duck Face Amos. Thinking we might have to change that once we can tell if the duck is male or female in about a month.
Now, I have to go watch my one trashy TV splurge (16 & Pregnant) and go to sleep before my eyeballs really do melt in my skull.
Tomorrow I’m going to share some of the Easter pictures. Egg dying first. Then maybe the next day I’ll share the actual Easter day pictures…
If I survive. Must force self to go to bed now. I’m such a procrastinator.
Ok. Saving this. Really.