Tuesday, December 9, 2008

he almost ate my hand



One of the wonderful things Jason has brought in to our lives is our outings. We go lots more places now. I am pretty sure its because it is so much easier to manage even the most well behaved three-year-old when they're outnumbered two to one... Either way, we have really started to do a lot more these days. We go to the park at least twice a week, and there's usually a smattering of delicious dining experiences throughout the week (Jason's favorite desserts are eclairs from Freed's bakery- i love a man with good taste). We have also taken Aiden to lake Las Vegas, Ethel M. Chocolates, and the lake to feed the fish and ducks. We went yesterday to the lake and let me just tell you there were TONS of hungry birds there!



So the trip started with Jason thinking he'd be warm enough in a couple of tee shirts, a pair of silky style sweat pants and a beanie. That in itself was rather humorous. I love him, and man he's really a boy...lol...


Next the birds were so thick on the water that we didn't get to see the fish- no disappointment for me carp are absolutely disgusting. They were so hungry they were walking right up to us to get the food. I couldn't believe it!


My favorite part of the day was when I asked j if he thought the birds would bite me if I tried to hand feed them. No sooner did I say that than my adventurous three year old sticks his hand out to a beautiful duck with a handful of popcorn. The duck sure did eat right out of his hand. As soon as the bird snatched the popcorn, Aiden pulled his hand back looked at me and said "Mommy, he almost ate my hand" The words of a three year old. It really was one of those moments when you remember how great our jobs as mothers really are. I gave him a big hug and we went on with our outing. All in all, the day was a huge success, well, except my boyfriend was pretty much a man-sicle by the time we left....thats what he gets for being a boy...lol...Love you all!

Aiden and I at the scene of the crime

Aiden and Jason watching the birds eat