Little, meaning our backyard and a duck pond. He loves to go outside, often leading me by the hand to our back door where he will look out and yell, waiting for me to let him out. If I leave the door open, he'll just crawl right on out whenever it pleases him. I'm fine with it, as long as it's not too hot outside, and I know when he's going out.
We have these wonderful trees who have dropped billions of seeds over the past couple of months. They bunch up and get EVERYWHERE - quite annoying. But Quinn doesn't seem to think so:
We have these wonderful trees who have dropped billions of seeds over the past couple of months. They bunch up and get EVERYWHERE - quite annoying. But Quinn doesn't seem to think so:
We were bored, and poor, and needed to get out of the house. I tried calling around, but the nearest place I could find to feed ducks is the one we went to when we lived in Springville. So we decided to go there and reintroduce Quinn to his duck friends. He liked it a lot. He was really funny though; whenever I'd give him some bread to try and throw, he'd eat it instead. What a goober.
Look at the duckies, Mommy!
After we were out of bread, the ducks started to go away. Quinn wanted them to come back, so he took after them, calling for them to return. It was cute (though he got a little to close to the water, and I had to send Josh after him).
We stayed for a bit, admiring the peacefulness of the stream, looking at the huge fish in the water, watching the ducks swim by. Josh taught Quinn how to dangle his feet in the water. He liked it.
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I always thought Quinn was a carbon copy of Josh, but I'm starting to see more of you in him Nicci!
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