Bugs

Okay - I don't like bugs, or anything wiggly, crawly, creepy, . . . blah.  But of course boys love these kind of things.  So I have been really proud of myself for not screaming, freaking out, or running for my life when these wiggly, crawly, creepy things come into our day.  Of course, when we are out and about or just playing outside, most of the time I notice these wiggly, crawly, creepy things first - I put on my mommy suit of armour (something that has come in handy in so many different circumstances - kinda like the many hats we mommies wear - but better) and my mommy happy excited voice and sing the words "Hey boys look there is a baby cricket" (or whatever the wiggly, crawly, creepy thing is).  Baily sings with joy on these occasions.  He'll hold them, try to snuggle with them, and always states how cute they are; which always brings me such joy to hear him say how cute these wiggly, crawly, creepy are when just moments ago he was snuggling with me telling me how cute I am.    

One day when Grandma Galinet was out playing with the boys in our courtyard Baily wanted Grandma to get something out of the outdoor toys box.  At first she did not understand what he was asking for - was it a ball, no - was it a boat, no - oh, . . . it was a tiny dead beetle that had been in there for a month (yes a month, because I did not want to touch it and was hoping it would just disappear).  Anyway, so Grandma got a little cup to put the dead bug in and he proudly carried it around talking about how cute it was.  Of course Grandma thought that was hilarious.  So now when Baily says "It is sooooooo cute" we say "Cuter than a dead bug?"

Here is a pic of Baily with a baby cricket.  He put the baby cricket in a toy boat and flew it around the courtyard, played in the sandbox, took it down the slide and sat it on the bench to rest. Here is a pic of the boys holding worms.  Of course they were "So Cute" too.