Exploring with my explorer

We woke up to rain this morning, which means the boys will be bouncing off the walls by noon. While wishing for dry weather, I remembered that I had a slew of photos to post from the weekend.

One of the things that makes Jeremy fantastic is his love for nature and animals. I’d love to say that it’s because we’ve raised him that way, but that logic wouldn’t hold for Jackson. (He needs books and air conditioning, please.) No, Jeremy was just born with an innate appreciation for the outdoors, so when we spent Sunday afternoon in the mountains I grabbed him for some one-on-one time to see what we could see.

Sidebar: Chuck and I joined the Smart Phone Club again with very limited service to the interwebs, which was intentional. The best part about upgrading my cell phone from a 1985 model is having the ability to take amazing photos.

Here are a few shots I took at the river with my little soon-to-be-ten-year-old explorer.

Mushroom Ring This big Azure Little fungi Grub Nature boy Shells Where the fairies live

Photographs and fresh air

First of all, Happy Birthday to my sweet husband! He really is the best.

Friday was delightful. In my first outing since the flu we ran a few mundane errands and then took the boys to the park. I hadn’t taken any photos in a week, which was weird, so I was eager to snap a few. Despite being a little cold, the weather was perfect. We all needed that beautiful sunshine kissing all of our faces.

Feeding the ducks

Duckies

Spinning

Spinning with Dad

Seesaw

pensive

Fountain

Stream

Reflection

The Baby Bird Event of the Week

We had friends over last night and upon reaching our doorstep for the first time they discovered a newly hatched baby bird roasting in the afternoon sun. It didn’t even look like a bird because it barely had a patch of fuzz on top of its head.

After calling a local vet and getting no help whatsoever, we Googled how to take care of a baby bird – what to feed it, how to keep it warm, and so on. Being a nurse, Tracie had the tender touch to care for the poor thing while I just paced the floor worried. Thank goodness she was here, or I probably wouldn’t have even noticed it on the porch, and if I had, I certainly wouldn’t have known what to do about it.