Saturday, in the park . . .

Actually it was Friday . . .
but we all had fun trying to take a family picture on a 10-second timed digital camera and having the impossible task of trying to get Duke to not lick our faces ( . . . and we thought Ellie was hard to control!),

wandering around aimlessly (this led to Dukie rolling around in lots off poo on the ground, which led to me scrubbing him with Ellie's diaper wipes; there was no way we were getting that nasty poo on our car's interior!!!),

playing fetch (well it was Duke's first attempt at a frisbee . . . . let's just say he's learning. But I had visions in my head of being able to train him so he could jump up and catch it in the air. I remember some old 80s movie had a clip of that in it I always thought was cool -- flight of the navigator or something like that,

and helping a scared child go down the big slide for the first time. After that he didn't need any help, he ran up and slid down all on his own!