The past two days, EK has woken at six bells. Because the sky is not dark, she thinks it’s time to get out of bed. I wholeheartedly disagree with this concept. Yesterday morning, I handed her my phone with Peppa Pig primed and ready to view, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Some days, you just gotta do what you just gotta do. I don’t feel a bit guilty about that. Well, maybe just a tad.
Half of everything she knows, I owe to some animated being, whether it be Elmo, Barney, Cinderella, Ariel, or good ol’ Peppa. Some I’m thankful for, and some not so much, but it is what it is. In one particular Peppa episode, they visit a duck pond. So EK got it in her head that we should to. This posed a couple of problems.
1) I don’t know where a duck pond is in this area.
2) That would require leaving the house
So we did the next best thing and made our own in three easy steps that didn’t require us having to brush our hair.
STEP THREE: Put on your “babing suit” and swim with the ducks.
A duck pond and a big smile. And it didn’t even cost a loaf of bread.