What Boys and Girls Are Made Of!

“Oh where, oh where is my little iPod, oh where, oh where can it be?” I found myself singing this to the tune of (you guessed it) “Where, oh where, has my little dog gone?” The toddler has a CD set that she plays over and over and over again. They have 150 nursery rhyme songs on them. I didn’t even know there WHERE that many nursery rhymes! I finally found the iPod under a pile of papers on my desk and headed for the gym to work out to my favorite and more mature music. The weather is so beautiful that after my workout, I decided to take the little one to a neighborhood park toting a picnic lunch from Subway. We ate on the little boardwalk along the river. I commented on the beautiful day, the sunshine, and the fresh air. “Yeah, the fresh wind, too,” she replied seriously. I don’t think she has learned how to be sarcastic yet. It was a bit breezy and we had a hard time keeping the paper napkins from blowing away. After hiking back through the woods (the forest, she called it) we headed for the playground. As she played I noticed another milestone. I don’t have to help her climb on the equipment anymore. And she can swing herself, although she likes to be pushed high. I joined her on the next swing and rather enjoyed going as high as I could. I went down a slide, too! It was fabulous, spontaneous fun with my youngest granddaughter. The only down side was when a friendly golden retriever bounced wildly about her and finally on her. Although the dog didn’t knock her down or hurt her, she started crying. It happened in a split second and I couldn’t get to her fast enough to keep the dog off. It has been playing fetch in the river with its owner and was running all over the place; wet, sandy, and very excited. Thinking she was afraid, I kneeled down beside her and asked her if she was okay. “No, I’m all dirty,” was her only complaint. I should have known she wasn’t afraid. Her favorite dog in the world is a golden retriever my friend owns. But she doesn’t like dirt. I brushed her off and she skipped off to her next adventure.

Here are some pictures of the grandson taken at his Cub Scout pack meeting last evening.

Clint, the Snake Guy was there with a few of his friends. Yes, that is a boa constrictor wrapped around my precious grandson’s neck. What fun. (I know all about sarcasm). I’m so glad Hubby takes him to these meetings and outings. I’m just not good at guy stuff (nor care to be). Oh, and this little boy rescued his older sister from a spider yesterday. It was in the bathtub and she wanted to take a shower. She freaked, he very calmly removed it for her. “Snakes and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails, that’s what little boys are made of!” Now where have I heard that recently?