wild explorers

my little wild explorers

We're LOVING this warm weather. We spend hours in the morning wandering around the yard, finding silk "woms" and roly poly bugs (even though I'm the only one that will touch them), blowing bubbles and splashing in buckets of water and mama made puddles. We leave the front door open and let Ezra hang out in the house in the boppy just inside the door - so he's never too far away. 

I'm thinking of creating my own version of the Wild Explorers Club for these guys this summer (a membership is on my birthday / Christmas list for Amos this year). I love the idea of weekly adventure assignments and a way to keep up with what they accomplish. I'd also love to incorporate our friends / family (camping trips with Papa to the land // fishing trips with Pop in his boat..things like that) -- stay tuned! 

bath time

not too hot, not too cold. lots of bubbles. lots of toys. big splashes. hanging out 'til we're wrinkly. that's how we do bath time around here. 

big brother, little brother | november 2015

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds all the world's loves in its unworldliness. 

|Robert Browning| 

big brother, little brother | october 2015

pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain...

Amos tells me when it rains that it's raining to make puddles for him to jump in. Like his daddy (and most rainy days) his mama, he loves the rain and wants to be outside in it. 

Mooshka, I hope you always love to jump in the puddles and that you'll always go out of your way to splash in them. Know that Solomon is right behind you - splashing..jumping..following..

Splash on, boys, splash on. 

| boys |

snips and snails, and puppy dog tails,

that's what little boys are made of!

big brother, little brother | july 2015

big brother, always take care of your little brother. love him, be gentle with him, listen to him, pray for and with him, rough him up - but stick up for him, he is and will always be your very best friend. 

big brother, little brother

There is no other love like the love for a brother. There is no other love like the love from a brother. | Astrid Alauda