I am really glad the girls and I had a chance to explore the creek the other day because two days after we did the flowing creek was suddenly 2 pathetic puddles of dying creek creatures. Literally overnight. Gone. I have actually been pretty upset about it and maybe slightly obsessed. How does a flowing creek turn into a dry creek bed in two days?
I went down to the puddles with the girls on the night it happened and it was seriously heartbreaking for me. Crawdads, fish, millions of minnows and tadpoles were frantically trying to survive. We may have adopted two bullfrog tadpoles and a few minnows because Baby's bleeding heart and my own couldn't take it. I prepared the girls for the fact that they may die but they were going to die anyway so at least we are trying.
This week the boys and I walked down by the creek (me walking, them in the stroller) just because the whole thing is so curious to me. I haven't found my answers yet...some city employees today didn't even know what happened..they had stopped to see if they could find the turtles.
I have been getting good exercise though and loving our mild weather. I even managed to take some of my favorite kind of pictures today. Ugly nature. My dad always took pictures of flowers. We used to make fun of him when we found a box of old pictures because 90% of them were flowers. Well what will my kids think when they pop in a memory card and discover a bunch of thorny weeds?
Oh and vultures...lets not forget the vultures....
Yesterday the girls had a half day at school. The weather was mild and beautiful so I decided to take advantage of the fact that Daddy had one last day at home and took the girls to the creek to explore.
I have noticed when I drive over the creek that a turtle has taken up residence in our creek and loves to sun himself on the rock when things are quiet. Unfortunately, by the time I have picked up the girls, a million kids have walked through the creek and scared our timid friend away. We walked up very quietly yesterday and got to see him for a second before he swam off into the water. Then we watched him swim because I LOVE turtles.
Once he disappeared for good we headed down to the water's edge and just explored. We saw tons of minnows and a million dragonflies.
I had so much fun! I live for this kind of stuff. Boogie had me laughing as she truly is a walking encyclopedia. She had a factoid for each creature that we encountered. She is just like her Pa. Baby reminds me of myself with her fearlessness when a goal is in sight. She almost ended up in the water a few times.
I have to post a picture of my very own Pippi Longstocking. Note the ruffled socks...at least I could spot her a mile away!
|Ready! Set! Race!|
|Bunny's first ride|
|Good thing he's cute!|
|Always ready to pose|
|Daddy trying to smile but in lots of pain|
I joked around that I was close to a nervous breakdown BEFORE his injury. Oh boy...
|Lights AND mirrors AND motion? Bunny's dream!|
The funny thing to me right now is this....I thought our life would be so hard because Bunny has down syndrome. Do you notice he has nothing to do with the things making life tough right now? Well technically, yes, he is part of the whole "he is two" thing but we all know that it is not Bunny who is the terrible two poster boy don't we? (maybe not everyone knows but if you have spent any time with me and my family in the last few months then you KNOW!)
|Baby's first time at the beach. She is 5. Mom FAIL!|
Bunny is definitely a stubborn two year old who has decided he doesn't need therapy or like anything I want to feed him but he doesn't call me names or try to give himself a concussion 20 times a day. He is just his delightful little self.
|The diaper wedgie kills me|
I thought in the hospital that I wanted to go back to my "easy life" and steer clear of the future hard life but at this moment, down syndrome has nothing to do with its challenges. It is amazing how living through two years can give you a completely different perspective.
I have never been accused of being a Pollyanna. If Pollyanna had an evil stepsister who played the "mad game" I would be her. But I am forcing myself to try to look at the bright side of things (like hey...Daddy can't lift babies but I can run out and get my hair cut while they nap because he is home!) I do love blogging and I got one of those comments that make it all worth it in the midst of my pity party so I promise to try harder to get some non-evil-step-sister of Pollyanna posts up here every once in awhile.