The Boy Has Talent.

After five years of sitting on the sidelines impatiently watching his sister kick, score, dribble, slide and swing, no one was looking forward to having their chance in the athletic spotlight more than Andrew. So when the time recently came to sign him up for baseball, Eric and I decided that his talent was soo great that we would skip right over T-ball and go right to Coach Pitch. After watching a couple of their practices, I'm sure the coaches are just waiting to thank me:

I mean, attempting to catch the ball with your butt cheeks is a lost craft.

His unmatched talent is infectious, luring his own teammates close so they can learn his secrets.

I'm all but certain the MLB scouts will be knocking on our door soon.

The Frog Whisperers.

It's no secret. I loath frogs. Any and all frogs. I am an equal opportunity frog hater. So I am certain the powers-at-be knew exactly what they were doing when they sent me this frog loving boy.

Ugh. My skin is crawling just looking at this picture. He was soo proud of himself. And to that I say good for him. As long as he stayed on the other side of the picnic table and I had my zoom lens I could be happy for him.

Along came this whippersnapper with the "not so innocent smile" on her face.

She is Sydney's all creature loving friend, Lauren. She also got way to close to me with one of those frogs. She was the only one who thought she was funny.

She and Andrew were in cahoots together.

Lauren discovered that one of the frogs she and Andrew had caught had been stepped on

**snicker, snicker**

and could not move. She was not laughing anymore. "Melanie, we have to help it." she says. To which I responded, "Ok, go lay it under the tire of my car and I will put it out of it's misery." I was the only one laughing at that. **snicker, snicker**

Lauren sat in the grass for about 15 minutes petting and talking to the injured frog.

Then Sydney came along.

She was mildly concerned but only concerned enough to watch. I taught her right.

Andrew brought sticks to make casts for its legs. Whata guy!

But then it was time to play with the horses and thankfully, the injured frog was put in the bushes and forgotten about.

And no one was happier about that than me! And probably the frog too.