Baby Duckling

Isn't it funny how kids form attachments to fuzzy objects? Why are they always fuzzy? One morning, I handed Pressley a yellow duck "lovie" (definition - stuffed animal head attached to a blankie) that Lilly Grace never seemed interested it, and she immediately became smitten. She quickly realized she could put it in her mouth and start gnawing away or rub it on her face and cuddle. Now she's hooked! An immediate problem surfaced when LG remembered that the duck was once hers, and she promptly yanked it out of Pressley's hands. She eventually decided that the sisterly thing to do (yes, she is acknowledging that role now) was to give Pressley the duck as a love offering and officially name it "Pressley's Duckling." I not exactly sure how she knows it is a baby duck, thus calling it a "duckling," but hey, who can figure out the mind of a two-year-old. Not me...if I could, I would be a millionaire.

On a side note, we just got back from a fabulous long weekend in Squirrel Island, Maine, where THERE'S NOT A SINGLE SQUIRREL (or poisonous snake or spider, according to Marge). Mike said they all fell from the sky during a massive squirrel suicide or something...he was just looking to start a good ghost story. I can say a few things about the folks on Squirrel:

1. they know how to drink...any time of the day or night...they are professionals

2. they know how to make Southerners feel right at home...seriously, they were awesome

3. they don't lock their doors...in fact, I don't think I saw a single door with a lock the whole weekend

4. they think it's warm when its really friggin cold

5. they like to dress like pirates and run around the island yelling "AARRRGH"

6. they love their island...seriously, half the wedding was devoted to their "new member acceptance"...but for good reason...it's straight out of a postcard and absolutely breathtaking

Congratulations on your wedding Marge! Congratulations on your initiation to the island, Bill:) We can't wait to come back one day!