Life is a vapor...

The little duckling died last night. Finley was heartbroken. We got up this morning and buried it under a tree near the rock where she likes to sit.

Another Addition

Yesterday evening, our neighbor stopped to chat as she was checking her fence line for stuck goats. "Do you want another baby duck?" She didn't know how big it was. Her daughter had called from work and had found the baby duck in the parking lot where she worked in the middle of Murfreesboro.

Sure.

We went to pick it up today. It has to be only a day or two old, it is so tiny.

 Here it is napping in my hand. I didn't realize it had peed on me, but who cares?

I can't get over this girl.

I don't know too many little girls that wear Lightning McQueen shirts and prefer camouflage pants and fall asleep with swords in their hands, but this one is mine.

I recently went through a bin of summer clothes that were hand-me-downs from Finley and her cousin. About 75% of the clothes in there were pink. I started to ask Z item by item if she liked the clothes. The first two things she rejected, and then she decided she liked them all. As I tucked the frilly, pink skort into the drawer, I doubted that I would ever see it on her bum. Sure enough, none of those clothes have seen the light of day since, but the soccer shirt that Joe decided was too small for him today was immediately claimed and worn by Z.

Her most recent favorite toys? A snake, a gun, and a Jeff Gordon car. Oh, she makes me smile...

She's at it again...

A Note for the Tooth Fairy

Having learned by multiple experiences that the tooth fairy is not reliable, Finley is doing her best to make sure the t-f comes through for her tonight.