Last Friday my Aunt, known to my children as Auntie the Great, came for a visit. I cleared my normally busy Friday schedule to make way for a day of shopping at Cascade Station (Ikea, Ross, Marshall's and Target were on the must hit list).
This was Beloise first time shopping 'till she dropped. After we got home, and long after proper nap time, she zonked out while watching Planet Earth or Tom and Jerry I can't remember which it was.
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My Beloved likes to bring things home from work. Sometimes they are alive. I'm just thankful that the creatures he brings home tend to be small and fluffy or fish and I don't have to worry about being obligated to touch them.
Friday evening my Beloved brought home these adorable little duckies. The girls named them Minnie and Daisy. We put them in the bin that my Beloved had fashioned into a pet home when we brought the baby chicks home. Day one he used straw on the bottom and by that evening the straw was soaked from all the ducks in and out of the water.
While he was cleaning it out he had to find someplace to put the little duckies. He chose my empty pot. This was when we first realized that these little guys can fit through the chicken wire on the lid.
I was bathing the girls, Beloise was out of the tub at this point, diapered as above, while going back for Ballerina I heard a few squeals of delight and thought nothing of them. When I came out there was only one duckling in the pot. The other, as our Pointer pointed out, was in a corner. Just sitting there like a mechanical dog that has run into a wall. Unaware of the ability to TURN and continue on a different course.
I gently scooped her up placed her back in the pot and watched as this determined little duckling continued to jump. . . and jump. . . and jump to squeeze back out to freedom.
Since Friday was also Auntie the Great's birthday we had cake with strawberries and whipped cream. My Aunt is gluten sensitive so it was a gluten-free box mix and it took FOREVER to bake. Didn't help that I used one tall 8" pan instead of the two 8" pans the box called for. So around 8:30 we sang Happy Birthday and enjoyed some cake and berries.
Before bed I placed a cooling rack over the chicken wire to keep the ducklings from getting out in the night and getting lost in the house or "played" with by the dog.
Sadly when I woke Saturday morning I found both little duckies had died in the night. Poor little guys. Ballerina was very upset. Wild animals are so hard to domesticate, I figure they probably just gave up when they discovered there was no escape.
Since Ballerina got the privilege of sleeping on the floor in the guest room with Auntie We let Beloise sleep with us. My Beloved was kind enough to snap this shot after I had fallen asleep. I know that most mom's do not like pictures of them sleeping or on bad or no make-up days but I cherish the pictures of my kiddos snuggling with me no matter how I look in them. I took many of my Beloved snuggling the girls but when I snuggle them there isn't usually anyone around to take a picture.
~And So That's What She Did.
