His Name Is Speedy

It is official.

The kids have completely taken over.

We just arrived back from a week long camping trip, where the activities can quickly revolve around what the kids want to do....swimming, games, hiking, jet skiing, bug-hunting, roasting marshmallows, baseball, dirt-biking....

In spite of dodging the storms, we were able to do quite a bit of all of it.

The little guy kept asking to go swimming....which we quickly realized was his ticket to get to the beach to look for frogs, lizards, and snakes.

Then he asked to go jet-skiing....which we quickly realized was his ticket to get to the other beach to look for frogs, lizards, and snakes.

He never once actually rode the jet ski.

He caught frogs....they escaped.

His dad found a turtle on the road for him....the turtle escaped (apparently turtles can climb out of ice cream buckets when you are not looking).

Yesterday, he found a snake.

He begged to catch it.

His dad sidetracked him with trying to help him catch lizards.  It took a very long time.  Lizards are really, really fast.

His dad gets super-dad gold star points for this venture.  Dad would much rather be driving motorcycles and jet skis.  Creatures are not so much his thing. 

But he endured.

And they caught this.

And brought him back in a cute little yellow bucket, where I thought he would stay for, maybe, at least 15-20 minutes before he made a great escape.

But no....

We took him back to the campsite.

My son declared that his lizard needed a new home.

So this...

....which usually holds this....

....now holds this.

Much to my delight.

This is how Speedy the lizard traveled home, in the back of my car.  And where he has stayed since we arrived at our house last night.

I will say, though,  that Speedy is the best babysitter ever.  My son spends every free waking moment by this cooler.

However, this morning my little guy walked outside and noticed the incredibly cool weather.  He came flying back in and said he was afraid it was too cold for Speedy.  His exact words were, "Can you knit him a sweater?!"

Uhhhhh.....NO.  I am totally drawing the line at knitting sweaters.