Alliteration is better than rhyming anyway

To preface our activity today, a month or so ago a couple of ducks had wandered into our backyard, and Peter had a total hay day chasing them around. He has talked about it almost every day since, and loves ducks about fifty times more than he did previous to that day. Given that recently intensified love of ducks, we found a lake nearby that has some ducks at it so we went to go check it out. 

Peter was so excited, running up and down the bank yelling at the ducks and telling me that they were saying quack, quack. Carolyn was pretty excited about it too, given her ridiculous love of all things animal. And I'm not going to lie, I was pretty into it as well. There were TWO mama ducks, with a total of SEVEN baby ducklings! Oh the cuteness. We got lucky and ended up on a little stretch of the beach that no one else was on, so Peter got the ducks all to himself. What a happy boy. 

Then he realized that there was dirt to be played with and that ended up being more exciting than the ducks. 

It is almost starting to seem like every time we have a family outing, Marty and I end up saying at some point that we could have just taken Peter into the backyard to play with dirt and he would have been just as happy. And we're probably right. Ah well, the "outing" part seems to help it feel like a bigger deal for him, so I guess we will keep it. 

Now that the kids are asleep for the night, I'm going to give Marty a haircut. He is speaking in church on Sunday and it looking a little raggedy. This is kind of a big deal, because when we were engaged he let me cut his hair and I was so nervous to mess up and have it look terrible for our wedding day that I took forevvvvver. He was miserable that it took so long and never let me cut it again until a few months ago. Let that be a lesson to you; perpetually annoying someone for three years is enough to make them break down and let you do them a favor again. #victory 

(Remind me why I fought so hard for this again?)