red newts.

it rained all last night, morning, and early afternoon.

the kids were ready to be outside come 2:00.

so were the newts.

they love the chilly damp air after a rain.

the kids caught at leat 8.

kept 6.

big discussion at dinner...

what to name them.

fig newton.

issac newton.

olivia newton-john.

newt gingrich.

they may have had a little input from the adults on a couple of them.

 

 

we love it when the girls come.

they always bring their 20 lb bag of littlest pet shop toys.

they dump.

they sort.

they trade.

everyone gets in the game.

there are boy ones, too

they are light blue.

very masculine.

he isn't much of a movie watcher.

unless it is tangled or starring these two.

he played with buzz and woody all day.

they went to work.

he passed them around for other people to watch.

woody was a ballerina for awhile.

when he was done with them or they fell to the floor,

he would watch the movie on or come up with new things to play with.

enter the snack bag...

i mean robot...

i mean puppet.

my view,

from the rear view mirror,

for the next 3 days...

20/20.

he had shots today in his legs.

from that point on he said they were broken.

we walked stiffed legged out of the doctor's office.

the receptionist and nurse had to put their hands over their mouths to stifle the laughs.

i picked him up out of his car seat to put him in the grocery cart, and he stiffened his arms and legs straight out like boards.

now, he would let me rub on them, giggling through the store as i pushed on them.

but he couldn't possibly walk,

only shuffle...

because his legs were broken.