All too often, I find myself going to great lengths to create the opportunity for Sugar Bear to have a taste of what it was like for me growing up. I have such fond memories of being a country girl. I am always eager to capture memories of Sugar bear following in her mother's footsteps...or at least giving it her own little go at it.
In early June, while visiting with my parents I wondered aloud if there would be any tadpoles hanging around in the pond below the house. As a young girl, I could spend hours knee deep in muck catching my beloved tadpoles. I would carry them home in an old mason jar, and set them up with a home away from home in a 5 gallon bucket, carefully placed along side the shady side of the house. I would watch them grow from day to day, and squeal with delight as they changed into the sweetest little frogs. I have such incredibly fond memories of this activity, that I have been itching for Sugar Bear to be old enough to experience it.
My dad agree to accompany us down to the pond, so that I could take photos of the event without the worry of Sugar Bear falling head first into the water. I am so very delighted that he came, as I happen to get some of my very most FAVORITE shots of them together. eeeeeeee (jumping up and down!)
Not at all surprising, the Sugar took to this activity like a duck to water....or a frog to hopping. tee hee...she had her little net, and she was eager to catch those little swimmers. She did really well, too. "See what I caught, Mama?"
Don't you just want to grab her up and squeeze her till her head pops off???? What???? You don't? Okay...my bad! Maybe you could just pick a few of these instead.
Anyhow, I took about four bazillion more pictures...and have many more to share...especially ones of her and her papa, but I am exhausted...and running of our things to say. I know...SHOCKER! So you'll just have to come back tomorrow to see the rest in my Wordless Wednesday post!