Our ten month old granddaughter, Alizabeth, spent the night with us a few nights ago. We hadn’t seen her in a month; she lives kind of far away. Since we last saw Ali, her fine blond hair on her little towhead has gotten longer, she has sprouted several new teeth, and she has learned a new word – duck – and she knows her ducks too. If she sees a duck, she says “duck”, and if it’s not a duck she remains silent. She often times throws in a “qack, qack” for good measure.
So whats the big deal about saying duck?
It was the first word I heard Alizabeth say, with a sweet little voice so soft and downy. It made me feel good. It made me smile. It made me thankful for ducks.
Thanks God, for ducks… qack,qack
Grampy Lash 
Glad you all had a good time. Owen has a similar radar, but for Jeeps instead of ducks. He had a good time with Grammy this weekend!
Pssst…she’s TEN months now! Almost 11! :o)
Pssst… I changed it to ten.
Haha, you didn’t have to do that. I was just giving you a hard time. :o) I’m pretty sure no one keeps track of a baby’s age quite like a mommy….it’s a day that’s pretty much etched in the mind (and body!) forever! :o)