Feeding the Ducks!

I have a confession to make.

We've lived in Nashville for almost 9 months, and Emmanuel and I went to Centennial Park for the first time last weekend. Now, this may not sound like a big deal because there are a TON of parks in Nashville...I mean, seriously, for a metropolitan area, one would be surprised at how much green space there is in this city. But, Centennial Park is to Nashville what Central Park is to New York City. It's "THE PARK"--you have to go.

We finally made it (even though I forgot my camera), and Emmanuel LOVED it. He fed the ducks and created a show for all of the people because he would start clapping and jumping up and down when the ducks ate his bread. He fed the greedy squirrels some leftover peanuts that we had, made friends with the high school graduates, listened to a group play their guitars (because it's Nashville and every time we go to a park there is a group playing their guitars), and chased every pigeon at the park. We had a blast!

Centennial Park--we will visit you again...many times!

There's a Bucket on my Head!

What can I say about Little E?  

He's funny...yet serious.  He likes things done a certain way.  He is very strong-willed.  He is loud (sorry, son...that comes from mama).  He is super duper affectionate (especially with my brother's kids).  He is very animated (sorry, again).  He is caring (always hugs me if I cry--I don't know how he understands that this is an appropriate response).  He likes to eat (especially things that are unusual for toddlers...we are trying to create a "Bobby Flay, Aaron McCargo, Jr. palette on this boy).  He is determined.  He is very measured.  He will dance any where, anytime to any type of music).  And, he is silly.    

Eli asked him the other day.  "Emmanuel are you a genius?"  Emmanuel replied, "YES!" 

Here's a funny story about our silly-serious-genius-loud-animated son:  

When he was young, he hated wearing hats...

But, now, I can't stop him from putting hats, pots, bowls, and buckets on his head! 

When we go into the store and see a hat...he will put it on his head.  One time we were at my mom's house, and he saw a cap that was WAY too big for him.  He put it on his head, flipped it to the side, and started dancing.  (This was before he took the microphone and started singing and dancing at the same time.)  I'm afraid that one day, we will sit behind a lady at church who is wearing a hat, and it will be over for her! 

That's our Emmanuel.