We had the opportunity to leave home for the whole month of July this last summer. I'm sure several posts will follow, but among many, one of our favorite adventures was visiting Grandma and Grandpa Pinegar in Palmyra, NY. After just a few minutes of being there, the rain came and it poured. After it stopped the kids ventured outside and started screaming about tiny frogs. And I mean TINY! We were fascinated and they were everywhere. We even teased the kids that it rains frogs in NY. We first thought they were baby frogs, but later learned they are called "spring peepers" and they never get any bigger. We had a great afternoon playing with the frogs that we later released back into the wild (actually the Sacred Grove...that's not disrespectful is it? I can't think of any place more lovely for those sweet little frogs). Just one more adventure my kids would never have had if we would have taken the easier road and stayed home! The first shot on Gray's finger shows the size perfectly...incredible.
Jumpin' Joe Joe
(appropriately named by Rock)
(appropriately named by Rock)
ROCKWELL
TRUMAN
CHLOE
GRAYSON
3 comments:
oh yeah!!! nice job blogger girl. i know you said you would never do this but, i am proud of you. why not have a journal with pictures? you inspire me, someday i just might join the blog club. i hope:)
Wow, those are tiny! They remind me of catching tadpoles and watching them change into frogs in Hawaii as kids. How amazing! Way to have a camera around when you needed it!
How cool is that? Your kids are beautiful! Love the way you captured the moment! This is a lot of exclamation points! Sorry! Just love it!!!
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