As today's pictures will clearly illustrate, we went to the park today to feed the ducks. I have to credit Jen for this winning idea for a great use of bread. The girls were certainly intrigued by ducks, these crazy water-based creatures who have a lust for bread ends. Lily got pretty good at throwing pieces at them; Abby ended up eating most of her bread and just watching them anyway. At first blush, this might seem a failure on her part, until you realize that she got all the entertainment Lily did and scored a snack in the process. Go Abs.
I got really excited when I got one duck to catch a piece on the fly. All the others let theirs get wet first.
After this, we started the trek home. As all activities that afford them some modicum of control (in this case, the ability to walk and therefore choose a direction in which to go), it was an unmitigated disaster. They took off in opposite directions (Abby west, Lily east, in case you need to know) and resisted most attempts at gentle steering. This is when the good things with them turn foul. The simple act of trying to walk through the park turns into a massive contest of wills. Either of them will fly off the handle for the slightest provocation. It's pretty maddening.
When I finally picked them up to carry them or put them in the stroller, there was chaos. Backs were arched to the utmost degree. They flailed. They made a scene. And when they were back in the stroller and had a fistful of animal crackers, it was as if none of it had happened and we were all old friends again.
Kids are tiring.
Day two hundred and eleven.
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