Happy Easter

Happy Easter, everyone! A quick update on me. I went to the doctor yesterday and I must have had my 3-4 week growth spurt because I am now a whopping 8 pounds 10 ounces! I've even started to outgrow a few of my newborn outfits, but only those with feet in them because I am so tall. For those of you keeping track, however, I am still not as big as either of my parents were at birth!

Now that I am so grown up, I get to start playing on my tummy everyday so that I can build strong neck and back muscles. I am working hard on holding my head up and I even accidentally rolled over the other day! I also really like music-especially when people sing to me-and when my mom reads to me. Sometimes we read kids books, but a lot of times Mom reads me whatever she is reading. Right now we are working on Pride and Prejudice. Dad says she shouldn't read that to me because it is a sissy, girl book, but Mom says it's good because I will grow up to be charming and dashing like Mr. Darcy. I think Dad will probably start reading me some of his ESPN magazines to counteract it, however. But he shouldn't worry-the book always puts me to sleep anyways.

Well, I hope everyone has a great Easter. Here's a little story from Mom and some Easter pictures:

My poor, patient child. As you may have guessed from this site, I am fairly obsessed with taking pictures of Max. And, for the most part, he has been the most patient baby as I’ve stripped him down to his bare bottom, balanced him on chairs, and (as you’ll see below) squished him into a basket. Our trip to the park this week to take Easter pictures was no exception.

When we first arrived I noticed a duck quacking around a tree nearby. Ignoring the duck, Max and I made our way to a nice patch of grass and started to set up. No sooner had I gotten Max out of his bucket seat than the duck made its way over to where we were and started checking us out.

Now, I know you’re thinking “How cute, Easter pictures with a duck!” but this was not that kind of duck. It was an ugly black duck with red pimply things on its face and it was interested in me and Max. Really interested. So, I plunked Max back in the bucket seat, buckled a few straps, picked everything up, and headed for a patch of grass further into the park. I unstrapped Max and started to get him out of the seat, but here came ducky. So, once again, we picked up and moved to a new spot. This time I got the baby all the way into the Easter basket and began snapping shots before Scrooge McDuck waddled back over and, this time, actually began beaking at the bucket seat.

For this very reason, I have always been annoyed with people who feed the ducks in the park. Just like feeding alligators, what happens when you feed the ducks? Pushy ducks. (Alright, pushy alligators are probably worse, but you get the idea.) I’m sure there are some duck feeders out there amongst you and you’re probably going to keep being duck feeders despite this story, but perhaps you could do us non-duck-feeders a favor and please inform the ducks that no one likes a pushy, begging duck.

Anyhow, fed up with the duck, I picked up the Easter basket—baby and all (who needs straps?)—and moved us once again to a new area of the park. We repeated this little dance at least 3 more times and were half way through the park before Daffy decided to leave us alone! Clearly, this duck had encountered a few duck feeders in his time and thought Max and I were two of them. Nonetheless, after several moves and a bunch of shooing from me, he finally got the message that we were not going to feed him and left us alone. Ultimately, we were able to get some pretty cute pictures. Max, bless his heart, slept through it all.

Why did I tell you this story? Well, who doesn’t like a good duck story? Hope you enjoy the pictures and have a blessed, duck-free Easter!