The FROG or TOAD...

Yesterday we tried to go swimming in the blow-up pool we recently purchased to survive the rest of the summer. I had timed it so that baby Bright would be napping while Sette & I went out with the monitor until baby Bright foiled my plans by cutting his nap short. I ran in grabbed him to hold him while we watched Sette. I had to fill the pool so the hose was on & Sette played happily with that. I decided to make her wear her swimmies even in this little pool just so she thinks she must anytime she is "swimmin'". Now because I had Bright & wasn't hanging out in the pool with her, she decided she didn't want to swim at all, but swing or slide instead. All that work for nothing! So the rest of our afternoon was filled with sliding, dangling from the chin-up bar, teetering Sette with my foot, playing in the sandbox & avoiding a TOAD. Not just any toad, the biggest toad I've seen since riding our trikes around in circles in the Dorman's old basement. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, we were little so those toads were huge!

The toad, at least I think it was a toad, made its appearance while Sette was sitting in the sandbox. It was circling her and I was standing about 3 feet away. So I kept letting out this little scream every time I saw this guy hop. Then Sette started copying me, but had no idea what I was screaming at. Dave has told me he really wants me to try not to give Sette my personal fears. Let her decide what she likes or dislikes on her own...I guess I am just really influential because she is pretty sure every flying bug is a bee & it will hurt her based off of a one-minute conversation I had with her a long time ago.

Anyway, I tried to just keep my mouth shut but once the nasty creature turned toward the sandbox & started hopping I was yelling for Sette to get out. She did as she usually does & didn't pay any attention to me. Then I let loose & tried to show her (scare her with) what was coming...A FROG (she has no idea what a toad is). She looked at it & said, "Hi, froggy!" Then I picked her up by an arm. Mind you, I have Bright on my hip at this point (he was previously rolling around on the blanket).


So Sette wiggled away & went off to hang from the random bar at the end of the swing set while I watched this toad. I toad...I mean, told her she was not allowed to slide anymore because she would land on the "frog". She actually stayed away. I snapped shots as the toad jumped into the sandbox & proceeded to bury itself by doing 45 degree turns while digging with his back legs...YUCK!!! I documented this in case national geographic or any nature mag wants to pay me.

















Actually, I wanted to show dave so he could excavate it & take it for a long walk. It did stay buried all afternoon & when dave came home he found it based on my accurate & detailed photos...from the porch. Didn't I mention that? She was still playing & I was up on the porch so as to not die by toad.