Geese chasing, rock throwing (but not as violent as that sounds)

We have been so blessed to have so many great friends. By 'we' I mean Sam & me. There are so many kids around Sam's age that he loves to hang out with, asks to play with, recognizes their cars, points to their houses. And they have fabulous moms that I get to hang out, too. We have a little playgroup with a couple of these kids/moms.

The other week we took advantage of the beautiful sunshine and went out to Thousand Hills for lunch/playgroup. After playing and 'eating' lunch, we went down to feed the geese that had been sitting on the point for over an hour. Andrew was awesome and came out to join us for the picnic.

I don't know how they heard these little rugrats coming, but by the time they got down there, every goose was halfway into the lake. No amount of bread crumbs could lure them back.

I have to give a play-by-play of these pictures.

Clockwise, from top-left:

~Addison trying to eat a piece of bread that had already been thrown in the lake and washed back up on shore. (When I reminded her of her chicken nuggets waiting back up at the table, she told me, "no, I want bread!".)

~The 3 cuties throwing rocks into the lake. Amazingly, no one was hit by any of the rocks.

~Yelling and "honking" to the geese to get them to come back.

~Sam loving Dad time.

~As close as I could get to all 3 looking at the same time.

~Addison's wet sandy bum after she sat down in the lake.

Center

~The pied piper leading the kiddies out to the geese. (See, they really were there.)