Catch and Release!

Yesterday while playing outside we discovered a vibrantly green little tree frog hiding beside the neighbors fence.

 I don't recall ever finding such a pretty frog in the yard.

 I'm used the big ol' green or brown bull frogs that live in the ponds in VT.  I couldn't resist his mushy little form and so I scooped him up to show the boys.  He was very sticky and clung to my finger with quite the suction cup grip much to my delight!!  The boys were facinated with him, especially Parker,

 who considered holding him but chickened out at the last minute and Colby of couse had NO desire to touch him.  After he pooped on Steven (ha, ha, ha), I decided it was time to set him free back into the neighbors orchard, being a "tree" frog I figured he'd appreciate that and so I passed him through the gate and placed him in the grass. 

Well, I did not realize that poor Mr. Parker thought that the little green guy was our new pet and so upon his release he crumbled into a blubbering mess, begging me to "get him back".

 Well being that the gate I'd passed him through is easily six feet high and locked, and also the last thing I need is one more creature to take care of I had to deny Parker's request.  A little snuggle and the offer to push him on the swing in our backyard was enough of a distraction though to dry up the tears and off we trotted, meltdown avoided!!!  As for the little tree frog, I assume he's keeping watch over us from the safetly of the neighbors yard and perhaps we will hear his serenade throughout the summer!!!!

Baking Memories!

The boys and I spent the evening after dinner last night making shamrock sugar cookies in honor and celebration of St. Patricks day.  As they stood on chairs side by side and excitedly took turns adding the ingredients to the bowl I was whisked back to memories of making cookies with my own mother and sister.  I remember Jeni and I taking turns back and forth as we added each thing mom had measured out for us and then each getting to lick off a beater while Dad ALWAYS got the bowl and spoon even though he hadn't helped at all! I also remembered the first time we attempted making cookies without Mom's help and not quite realizing the difference between tablespoon and teaspoon the cookies came out a bit "salty", ha, ha, ha!!!  Anyway, it got me to thinking that my own children have finally reached an age where they will start remembering things, moments like this.  I felt so much joy but also responsibility in that revelation.  I want my boys to look back on their childhood with memories of a joyful and happy mother, who passed them each addition to add to bowl with a smile and maybe a little description of how it effected the end result "Smell the vanilla! Do you want to taste it? **snicker, snicker**","Baking powder is what makes the cookies puff up","Shortening is just white grease, go ahead you can taste it"...  Ya know, those sort of memories.  I do hope they DON'T remember the yelling "GET YOUR ELBOW OUT OF THE DOUGH!!!" or "STOP LICKING THE SPOON, WE'RE NOT DONE MIXING YET!!!".  I'm just figuring the good with overshadow the bad!!!  Anyway, it was a really nice evening with my boys and I'm really hoping that they were able to store some little gems away in their memory of a wonderful evening spent baking with their mother who .loves them so very much....

Daddy in the making...

Parker has discovered the baby doll we got for Colby years ago to help prepare him for the arrival of his baby brother.  I have on occasion passed by the toy room to witness him (Parker) feeding the baby his bottle or wrapping him up in his blanket.  Whenever asked his relation to the little bundle it is always "the babysitter".  Well today was no exception as he joined me in the kitchen with his swaddled charge.  He came in acting so domestic yet somewhat embarrassed.  I asked him if he was the daddy, the brother or the babysitter and he enthusiastically assured me he was the baby sitter.  Okay, well now that that was settled, I invited him to bring the little rocking chair in to sooth the baby while I baked.  He liked the idea and settled right in.

 We talked about what baby's like and he decided the baby was awake now and needed to change out of his pajama's.  I sat down and helped him to undress and redress the baby.  He giggled and said the baby's butt was gross and quickly helped to get his little arms and legs into a new outfit and then swaddle him back up in the blanket.  This whole time I sat there feeling a warm glow in my heart, imagining him with a little baby of his own someday.  Watching him be so gentle and sensitive, a side to him that is so rarely seen.  I relished in the baby doll play that I had always envisioned I would have with my children (I was thinking daughters but hey, this was working).  So he settles back into the rocker and as I now have the camera out and am hitting him up like the mama paparazzi that I am I shoot for a suggestion with "hey, why don't you give the baby a kiss" and he replies with an embarrassed laugh "Mom, he's NOT real!!!"

 "Okay, okay" I replied not wanting to ruin the moment.  So, he rocked him and he fed the baby his bottle.  We then talked about how to burp the baby.  Well, at this point the testosterone took hold of his little brain and he say's "No Mom, you do it like this... (demonstrating)  You pull the baby's finger and ppphhhrrrat, he burps!!!"  This being the endearing game his own daddy taught him (at the dinner table mind you) just recently.  Awwww, yes I can see that my little Parker is a "Daddy" in the making for sure!