Well lets see…This week Sweet Boy #1 and Sweet Boy#2 saw a bear! We were on a walk and Shamu our giant Newfoundland had been prancing about sniffing something and I myself had for a moment smelled the pungent odor of some wild animal. Then some friends drove up and all of us, including Shamu, were distracted in talking with them. Except Sweet Boys #1 and #2, who were pounding bushes with big sticks. As they pounded away our bear made his stealthy escape and only the quick eyes of the little boys spotted his exit. He was “Black like Shamu, but much much bigger!!!” Truly an exciting day in the boys lives.
Then Sweet Boy #3 snuck open a two story window in the nurses room at camp where Grandma Judy was staying and we caught him leaning out toward his doom! Yes, there was no screen in that particular one. It was removed so that campers could dump water on top of people for skits.
And finally, I had all three boys at camp and suddenly could not locate Sweet Boy#1. We ran around in a panic, but our oldest was nowhere to be seen. The Hunky Hubby zoomed home and discovered our missing son. He had walked home, taken off his sandy clothes, taken a bath, dressed in jammies, gotten his stuffed turtle, and gone to bed. Amazing, but nerve racking none the same.