The difficult part of Noah's animal obsession is that he has learned about some of the more random animals and then expects me to know how to draw them and how to imitate them. Sometimes I can just make something up that sounds quite believable, but other times I have to simply say, "I'm sorry, Beeju, but Mama doesn't have a clue how to draw a wombat."
One of the boys' favorite things to do in California was to walk on the bike trail that runs behind my parents' street. Noah asked every day that we were there to go see the "bulls-eyes." There are a bunch of horses along the path and we must visit them all.Which was fine with me because my mom and I could just walk and talk in the beautiful weather while my little guys busied themselves finding rocks to throw in the ditch. After they had all the fun they could handle throwing rocks (and, in Sam's case, getting very muddy in the ditch), we would go on our way and visit all the horses. Every day, Noah would say, "Oh no! We forgot the carrots to feed the bulls-eyes! Oh well, maybe tomorrow." But I would always forget because I think it's kind of gross.


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Oh, Amy. You just need to buck up and bring the carrots! Looks like your boys had a ton of fun on the trip. I'm slowly learning how dirty little boys can get from just being outside for a few minutes.
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