I was in need of some rocks for a border for my new flowerbed. I took Daradie to the canal. We found a lot of nice river rocks...along with some other "treasures." The pick up took home 13 rocks, 2 tired girls, 1 fish tail, 4 pop cans, 1 discussion on bloated cats, 3 feathers and 1 jawbone with about 8 teeth. After some intense investigation and some scientific reasoning, we came to the conclusion that the jawbone did not belong to a shark, crocodile, or a hippo but most likely a dog.
Koen and I went on a bike ride while the other halves where schooling and working. Along the way, we had to stop and admire the cow in the barrow pit (man, it feels good to use that word again). However, the actual cow was no longer there. Just the skin remained. Koen was fascinated. Oh how he wanted to poke it and see it move around. He has talked about it for days. Making this cow so mysteriously wonderful that Daradie has now been infected with jealousy of not witnessing the dead cow in the barrow pit. But, the wait has ended. Daradie was in charge of the activity for family night. She wanted to take a bike ride. The bike ride concluded at the dead cow in the barrow pit. What an event that brought the family closer together.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Oh, the fun you can have in Idaho! We're missing out. :)
I think you've just summed up parenthood.
That is so funny! It made me giggle out loud.
Remember the walks down to the canal. What live and dead things we found. Love ya Mom
Post a Comment