On Sunday during halftime we all snuck out for a little family walk around the lagoon. Nothing unusual there. But did you know that my Broncos-loving-husband is also a bird whisperer?! Shocking but true. On daddy-daughter-days he often rolls with a big bag of peanuts and has figured out that these little birds will come and eat from his hand. I don’t know why this cracks me up. It’s as if the birds are like, “hey, it’s that guy again, let everyone know!” And they all flock after him.
Oh, hey there. The last time we saw a racoon at this spot I ended up running away with J in one arm, her pink bike in the other and the racoon in hot pursuit. Nothing quite so dramatic on this particular visit.
She really looks like a big girl now. You know how your parents used to ask that cliché question on your birthday morning, “SOOOO, do you feel any older now?!” Yeah, I totally asked her that on her birthday. Sure did.