Bullfrogs & Butterflies

Okay, that's not really a bullfrog, but I had to use the title from that old song from childhood.

The boys and I ran to the Nature Center this morning. They have this cool thing where you can check out a back pack with some theme (Anders chose birds over insects, wildflowers, mammals or trees). The bird back pack was full of bird books, a CD player with a couple discs (one on bird calls, another was a reading of one of the kids books), a cool bird call identifier (Anders thinks the earphone is cool--I guess it's the first one he's used), a couple bird plushes that make noise, binoculars, and a bunch of other things. We get it for a week. Anders spent his whole rest time playing with stuff from the backpack.

After we did a short hike looking at butterflies, birds and frogs, the boys played for a little bit. Then Anders fell through the ladder opening in the middle of the eight foot high platform. He's got a good bonk on the back of his head, but amazingly nothing else is bad. Beth has said it before in her blogs (usually about Nils), but angels are definitely on full-time duty with those boys. We've been spared from many a hospital visit.