Introducing...Mr. Duck

This is Mr. Duck.

We see Mr. Duck every time Reid takes a bath.  When he gets out (after some coercion) we wrap him in this cute towel (his favorite).  He's really into this duck towel.  So much so that it's a serious battle to get him to take it off to get dressed.  I'm able to convince him to take it off so that I can get his diaper on and his church clothes, but only with the promise that he can put it back on after he gets his clothes on.

If you look you can see his cute Easter outfit underneath the towel.

He hangs out like this for a good 15 minutes or so and then he's over it and we can put the towel up.  Erik and I call him "Mr. Duck" and he acts as if he really is Mr. Duck.  As if that's his true self.  Like inside he's like, "I AM Mr. Duck."  You know what I'm saying?

So funny.

Oh, as a fun post script, this evening Reid brought a DVD to me asking if he could watch it and saying, "Nacho?  Nacho?"  He had Nacho Libre in his hands.  Coolest kid, ever.

introducing...Grannie!

Welcome to a new blog feature called "introducing..."

This week's installment features my dear, dear, dearest Grannie. When I was in Tucson I found this picture on my mom's computer and just loved all the Grannie-ness about it:

the Lands' End shirt

the soft curls in her hair (who ended up with Grannie's curlers? I loved looking at those things

the little smile

the fact that she's on a horse (what?)

To really get an idea of how amazing this lady is, check out what my cousins had to say about her. I wholeheartedly agree with all of it. I would sure enjoy some gingersnaps or homemade bread right now, too.

If you've known me for very long at all you've no doubt heard me talk about (brag about) how amazing my Grannie is, but now you can have the witness of my 50+ cousins to go along with it.

If heaven could be a person, it would be Grannie.

So go read the link, feel inspired to be better, practice the piano, make some bread, and remember to say your prayers. Let's make Grannie proud. And then let's sit around and visit, Arnett-style. Can't beat that.

Oh, and look at the picture again. See the girl to the right of Grannie and the horse? That's me with my elementary school hair-do (probably about 4th grade). Nice.