Dack! Dack! Dack!

I don't know how it came about but Megan has her own word for duck. It's a cross between "duck" and "quack" and she says in a low, growly voice. It makes me laugh every time ... even though I'm still translating it for everyone else. I know exactly what she means and that's all that matters, right? Well she took me by surprise as we were making one last (rushed) stop on the bread aisle at the grocery store the other day. (I usually put my list in order of the store so I don't forget things and have to run back and forth when I see them on my list ... let alone mumble expletives my girls shouldn't hear ... but I had forgotten this day and we had to run BACK down the bread aisle that I had already been down once.) I grabbed the forgotten burger buns and handed them to Megan to put in the cart and she exclaimed, "DACK! DACK! DACK!". She remembered feeding leftover buns to the ducks about a month before. I was really impressed that she made that connection so I promised her we would feed the ducks after our morning snack. Even though it was hot and very Houston-Humid outside we called Grandma and made our trek to the pond to feed those spoiled rotten fat little ducks. Megan was really having fun until a duck walked right up to her and plucked the piece of bread right out of her hand. She was done after that. Those ducks are smart. They saw little kids and a wagon and came waddling over as fast as they could. They knew why we were there.



We can't really walk past the playground without stopping. The playground by our house doesn't get much business during the day. I don't know if it's the lack of shade or if the moms in our neighborhood are just lazy but the place is always deserted during the day. We were there before lunch (before the true heat of the day set in) and the only other people there were a dad and his little girl who fell asleep in the swing. :) The girls played for a while. Em's my fearless one but Megan did finally come down the big slide all by herself. Grandma was there just in case.



Emily LOVES to climb. She eventually found the easier way up and was able to climb all the way up to the top. It's not the safest place for a 16 month old but I never claimed to be Mother of the Year. She had fun climbing up the steps and going through the tunnels. She still prefers the swings to anything else though.

Megan insisted on pulling the wagon all the way home. It made for a very long, slow walk.