First Lost Tooth

We have a first lost tooth here, and Landon is so excited and proud!  The tooth had been slightly wiggly for the past few weeks, but over the last two day it got really loose.  Landon has been wiggling it and wiggling it, and this evening he got a tissue for gripping and pulled it out all by himself!  He placed it in a jewelry box under his pillow marked "private" (in adorable little kid handwriting) and left a note for the tooth fairy to please not take his first tooth.  He was so pleased with himself, and he feels like such a big kid now.  And he is.  My little boy, my first baby, is getting adult teeth.  It's a bit mind boggling.  I'm so proud of him and the amazing person he is becoming.

Spring at the Arboretum

We discovered the Finch Arboretum last fall, and it's one of our favorite places to go around here.  There are trees to climb and a stream to play in.  I usually let the boys run free while I wander around and enjoy being outside.  

 

Last week we went for the first time this year.  Everything was blooming, and it was lovely. 

Coleson headed straight for his favorite place, the stream.  I think he would have spent all morning throwing stuff in and watching it go down then small waterfall then float away downstream. 

Simon took a nap in the carrier, and I soaked up some sun.  

We climbed trees and checked out all the seeds and flowers growing on the trees.  Landon wanted to take some seeds home to plant our own trees in our yard.  

We actually made it more than a hundred yards into the park this time and discovered a cute little hiking trail and some unexplored (by us) parts of the stream.  We will definitely be heading back sometime soon.  

Worm Hunting

We have been working a lot in the yard lately, tearing out and re-planting some landscaping and getting the garden ready for summer.  Coleson decided that he needed to go worm hunting with all this fresh dirt surrounding us.  

 It was my job to turn over the dirt with the shovel, and then he sorted through it with his smaller shovel, adding the worms to his jar as he went.

We were quite successful at finding worms.  Every few minutes he would take pity on the poor things and let them all go again.  He kept a few for a whole morning, even giving them a bath with the hose and a small bucket.    

He talked to them and called them "friends."  He worried about what to feed them and how much dirt he needed in his jar to make them happy.  He gleefully found rolly-polys, centipedes, and spiders too. This boy of mine, he loves all living things.  Worm hunting kept us busy for hours over the course of a couple days.  And you know what?  I think I had almost as much fun as he did.