DG and all of us here wish you a very happy 4th of July.

I told DG to be careful with that sparkler or he might light his fake beard on fire and lose face.
DG and all of us here wish you a very happy 4th of July.

I told DG to be careful with that sparkler or he might light his fake beard on fire and lose face.
So, our new toads are really tiny. But how small is “really tiny”? Check this out…. one of our toads hanging out over a dime.

You could fit a dozen of those guys on that dime.
It gives new meaning to the phrase “Dime a dozen”.
Dozen’t that make you stop and think?
Ok. Bad pun. Back to the cookouts.
As promised, I managed to find a photograph of one of our grown-up toads.

My son snapped the photo of this big guy trying to hide under a leaf. I guess the toad hasn’t yet realized how big it has grown and still thinks it can hide under a leaf.
Kids these days!
Yep. The tadpoles have started to frog.
Did you notice how I just verbed the word “frog”?
That isn’t correct. But that is because these are toads, not frogs. However, if I say “The tadpoles have toaded”, it just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Know what I mean?
Anyway, here is the tadpole tank, with a rock in it for the toads to sit on.

Here are the tadpoles.

And here is the toad, sitting high and dry on the rock.

It is a tiny little thing, but it is a real toad. Take a closer look.

Reminds me of a MuppetĀ®.
DG was surprised to see how small they are.

Yep, it’s a real, live toad.
We released it into the yard to go eat bugs and grow. The toads do grow big and fat in our yard. I will try to catch a photo of a grown-up next time I see one.
We just got back from our week in Maine. It was a good trip, and we saw a lot of new stuff as well as going back to our old haunts.
DG got over his allergies, and joined us for the trip. On one of our side trips we all drove down to Popham Beach. The Google robot gave us good directions on all the twists and turns in the road as we drove the blue highways down the peninsula. However, when we started to go back, the cell phone lost its connections, and all we got out of it was “Sorry, you need the internet to do this”.
Oops.
DG got a little upset.

We introduced him to that other technology, MOP (maps on paper).

In the end, we all came out of it alive and well.
On the way back, we gave DG the chore of folding the map back up. That kept him busy for a while.
DG was so miserable from his allergies that I gave him some allergy medicine…. it was Aunty-something I think.
Now, all he does is sleep all day.

I suppose I should find a better solution….. but then…… I do enjoy the quiet times….
Hmmmm.
Ah…. spring.
Finally!
Warm, sunny days…….


DG is confused.

On Mother’s Day, Dad takes the kids all day to give Mom a break.
But then….
On Father’s Day, Dad gets to spend the entire day having quality time with the kids. Seems a little fishy.
But don’t pay any attention to DG. He has difficulty understanding the more subtle aspects of modern life.
DG got the Dentist’s bill.

I have gone looking for the Smelling Salts.
Well, DG got back at me. He wrote something on my mirror.

Such a witty guy.
I just wish he hadn’t done that with permanent marker.
Sigh.