All it takes to shake off a stressful week...

Is a bag of stale bread, a three-year-old, a sunny day, and a duck pond.



My mom, Connor and I spent the afternoon feeding the ducks at Hampton Park. (a) I've always been a little afraid of large birds (mostly geese after being chased by a pack of them a Page's Thieves Market some years ago), (b) the ducks at Hampton Park are quite aggressive, (c) the seagulls are worse, and (d) Connor freaked out when a big white duck snatched some bread from his hand. I laughed, I couldn't help it, but when one of the bigger ducks started chasing me and I ran away screaming, I think it made Connor feel better.



We went to Jestine's for lunch afterwards and our very smart waitress brought us some paper and crayons along with the homemade pickles. The food, as always, was yummy. Connor ate a whole hot dog (and their hot dogs are huge).

Good times.

The nephew turns three...

And he wanted to cut his own. Damn. Cake.

The Bob the Builder theme was his idea, not mine. If I had my way, he'd be wearing a dragon costume and I'd be dressed as a princess. But he likes to hammer and destroy, not play dress up.

And see what I mean about the hair? He was completely bald until he was two, and now I fear he may be mullet-bound.