In an ongoing effort to get out of the house and keep Little H and myself from going stir crazy, we planned a picnic at the nearby duck pond.  I'm telling you, for those who don't know it, being a stay at home mom is difficult.  It requires a lot of creativity and a lot, lot, lot of patience.  I can tell Little H misses her playmates from the babysitter's home, where she is the constant center of attention and spoiled rotten.  Buster demands a lot of my time, so Little H gets neglected more than she's used to.  I've been trying to get us out of the house a little every day...even if it's just a trip to the grocery store.  Everything needs to be carefully planned around Buster's schedule so we don't end up with a screaming hungry baby in a public place.  I'm still not adept nor am I comfortable with the whole nursing in public concept.

The duck park was fun, but I didn't plan on the millions of bugs, the aggressive territorial goose, or my bipolar daughter who was suddenly so angry with having her picture taken that she almost flung herself into the pond.  Oh well, that's why I have a digital camera.  The bad pictures get deleted, and suddenly my only memories of that day are the cute baby ducks, my sweet curious daughter, and my sleeping baby boy.  Gotta love it.