Turtles

This past Wednesday we went to visit my parents in Coppell. They have a giant wooden playground (3 times the size of Frisco Commons) that the girls enjoyed. Although the playground was amazing with its slides and mazes and towers and ladders and ropes and fun mirrors, the girls enjoyed being pushed by my father on the swings best. He was giving them "underducks." They kept saying "higher, higher." A couple of times i was scared that the swing would tip over, but they just kept laughing and saying "higher, Grandpa!" Afterward, I read a book to them on Turtles and Snails and we went for a walk down to the pond to feed the turtles. On the way down Victoria got a splinkter froma wooden bridge in her thumb and you would of thought life was over- highstrung. (Although, I don't think Grandma's attempt at making her feel better by saying "We'll get a NEEDLE when we get home and take it out." helped much.) At least thirty turles came over and let us feed them old hotdog rolls. Amazing! Victoria and Bella loved it, but it was so hot outside that we had to hurry and get back to the car. We had lunch over at Grandma and Grandpa's house. My dad introduced me to a new Italian chicken salad, and of coarse, I can't think of the name right now. The girls fell asleep on the ride home.