My mom gave us these boots this Summer. Char liked them so much that he claimed them as his, even though he would have to jam his big feet in to get them to fit. He has finally given up the fight and passed them down to their rightful owner, McCabe.
A little while back our family visited a new outdoor spot called Pillsbury Crossing. The spot is known for how the river bottom is made of limestone where the rivers cross. Our family hiked around the river trails for a while before we spotted bullfrog tadpoles! James and the boys were thrilled with our luck so we spent our remaining time there hunting them down to bring home as pets. That is, we'll raise them till they go through metamorphosis and then we'll let the little froggies go free. We all think they are pretty cool little creatures, but I'm not going to lie; they don't look any different than they did two weeks ago. I thought they would be frogs by now! At any rate, we like our little friends and enjoy the company they bring to our kitchen counter.
I adore his little skippy run. He wants so badly to keep up with his big brothers!
To get Char to stop tantruming (his go-to response to anything that he doesn't like and how he spends the majority of his time), we played a game of follow the leader. You can't really tell, but James and McCoob just scaled a very large boulder to keep up with the leader of the pack.
Polliwogging is hard!
L:James and McCabe hunt for polliwogs R: Char found the tiniest little frog I have ever seen!
L: Mason striking out on his own R: McCabe, trying to make the most of his lot after being abandoned by his family
Char and Cabe inspect the tadpoles.
Our polliwogs in their fishbowl. The fish that you see in the picture are now all dead. I have no idea how that happened. One minute they were all swimming around happily and the next every fish was belly up. Maybe they died from fright after discovering that they would occasionally have to share their bowl with polliwogs AND a hammerhead shark. Yikes!
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