What Are Little Boys Made Of?
Our niece Emily Jessee was getting baptized over Labor Day weekend which provided a good excuse for our little family to get a change of scenery and head north to Utah for the weekend. The drive there went great, the baptism was sweet, and the visiting with family was wonderful. The kids especially loved playing with their cousins as always.
I realized something of a pattern that I think is sort of sad on this trip; we always bring our camera along so we can take pictures of the cousins playing together but somehow it never makes it out of the bag. Why is that? Is it for the same reason that I forget to take pictures at home of the kids hanging out and playing together. I seem to forget to take pictures of the everyday little things. When my kids pull out their scrapbooks to share with their own children, they will see a false sense of reality with only birthday celebrations, Christmas presents & family vacations; none of the super fun (and boring) everyday stuff. So sad!
Anyway, it was Monday afternoon (we were delayed in leaving due to car trouble) when I realized I had brought my camera and had never taken it out while we were with the Strong's. LeeAnn had taken our kids, her kids & Richard & Mallori's kids to the park on. I decided that I would join her to give her a hand. And guess what? I remembered to slip my camera into my pocket.
While the cousins were getting ready to play a game of capture the flag they came running over because there was a snake right where they were wanting to play. They wanted it moved so they could play . . . not like there was any other grass to run on in the whole park . . . anyway it made for some excitement.
After we all watched it for a long time with instructions from me not to touch it (we have rattle snakes here and I would rather not teach my kids that they can play with snakes), most of the kids went off to play their game of capture the flag. John & Walker were fascinated by this little scaley guy and stayed around to watch him longer.
And after a while I couldn't protest any longer their desire to pick up and hold the snake (I may regret this when I find John playing with rattle snake one day).
It was a little odd how John instinctively knew to be gentle with the snake. The other kids would pick it up, the snake would move, then they would scream as they threw it back on the ground, a little freaked out by it slithering in their hands. Not John, he loved having the snake slither through his hands and wind around his fingers.
I am so glad I had my camera handy to capture the delight as John tapped into what boys are made of . . . snips, snails &
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