Out of the mouths of babes

Jokes are Olivia's new thing.  Like.  All.  The.  Time.  Most of her attempts at improv hilarity involve poo and, personally, I find nothing about poo funny.  Except the song I made up when she was an infant.  Because that was funny, if I do say so.  But yesterday she had a good one for us.  "Why does Daddy drink wine?  Because there's no margarita!"  Oh Liv, that's not a joke, that is a keen observation!        

The only post you'll ever read about actual DUCKS

I'm not a duck aficionado, per se, and I certainly don't intend to use this blog to wax poetic about our pond dwelling, feathery friends.

But...  It is the first post, after all.

I had the good fortune to befriend a flock who were more than happy to ham it up for me on a recent camping trip.

(If only my own little goosey girl would oblige me with such photo opps.)