duck duck goose

One of the few words (besides the most important, "Mama") that Malcolm says is "duck."

It may sound more like "uck" or "ook" or "cook" (depending on the day), but I know what he's trying to say, so it is an official word.

I count it is a word. It's been added to the baby book. I don't care what anyone says.

So ...

Since Malcolm enjoys ducks enough to try and verbally talk about them, I thought it might be a fun Labor Day outing to take him to a local park in order to feed some.



Although the ducks (and mutant chickens??!!) weren't very interested in our bread, Malcolm did enjoy himself until a rain shower abruptly sent us back home.

Tee-shirt: Faded Glory (thrifted for $1.00)
Hooded sweat shirt: Circo (gift)
Jeans: The Children's Place (thrifted for $2.00)
Socks: Circo ($1.00)
Shoes: Toddler University (thrifted for $1.50)

We'll have to go back again before the weather gets cold.