Pet

As you may have noticed in previous posts, our Grandma is cool. Sometimes, she catches pets for Logan. Her latest catch was a very small toad she found hopping through the grass in her yard.

My idea was to let Logan play with him for a few hours, and then let him "live in our ditch"... (let him go). After a mild chastisement from my mother for denying my child the joy of such a wonderful pet, I conceded.

And built him a terrarium.

Logan named him, Caterpillar Toad Boy (The toad eats caterpillars, and he is a boy... what brilliant logic.) He also eats ants, which we catch and feed to him daily.

He eats them like this... sort of.

Ribbit.

Irrigation Day

Sometimes I struggle to get a good smile out of Logan when it is time for a picture. Not on irrigation day.
It is the best day of the week.


What more could a boy want than to go fishing off a bridge in his own back yard? Who cares if there aren't even any fish!

We know our Uncle John would not approve of this rudimentary method of recreation...

but we do.

On irrigation day, we don't wash our faces.

Potato bugs are abundant. Today there was even a bonus (not pictured). Logan caught a "swim worm". It was a worm swimming in the water. It is now living in a jar in his bedroom.

Please notice the twisted overalls. Logan dresses himself in his best watering clothes on irrigation day, and heads for the ditch.

According to Logan, there really isn't a better way to cool off than sitting in the cold gutter...

and visiting with fellow irrigation day lovers as they ride past.