Of storms and small amphibians

Finally, the weather broke and the sky exploded into an amazing show of sound and light. It’s been hot and dry for so long it’s a relief to get some moisture. The garden has been really hurting and is now looking much more hydrated and healthy again already. I do hope that the watering has been enough to save the nice plant that Bill’s folks gave us when Sam was born, I should hate to lose that one.

Last night I sat outside on the front porch and listened to the rain with the dogs. It was quite terrifying at times and really sounded quite close on occasion. We had one tree bough give up and fall to hit the house, but thankfully the roof wasn’t damaged and no one happened to be underneath it when it hit the ground.

A downside to all this rain is that although I bought a lovely new swimming costume (which happily conceals my evil stretch marks and post partum figure) on Friday, and have rejoined the local YMCA, I was unable to actually go swimming because the pool was closed. They shut down the facility if thunder and lightning is in the area. Rats.

Oh well, I’m hoping to be able to go when Bill gets home from work tomorrow instead. I’m certainly looking forward to hopefully getting my figure back under control if I can. The Y has a nursery which will look after Sam for me when he’s three months old, but until then Bill and I will just have to take it in turns to watch him while the other one can go to the gym. At six months we’ll be able to take him into the pool with us and sign him up for swimming lessons. Fun, fun, fun!

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I know certain people have been clamoring for more Sam pictures, so I shall try to oblige.

Froggy

When Sam was born and would perch on our chests all tucked up like a little tree frog resting on a leaf he gained the nickname Froggy. That has still stuck and when I went shopping with Bill’s mom last weekend I spotted this cute little outfit in one of the stores. How could I possibly resist?

Yesterday little froggy got the chance to wear it out and look charming and cute when he got an invite to a birthday party. A friend of ours had twin boys a year ago and was having a get together and bbq to celebrate.

Bill stayed at home so it was just Sam and I that ventured out of Atlanta to go meet the birthday boys and wish them many happy returns. I managed to find the place without too much trouble and had a lovely afternoon. There were quite a few other small children there, although Froggy was the youngest and got lots of attention. It was quite scary but exciting to see how much kids change in a year. The twins had just begun to take their first steps and were managing to totter for several paces before keeling over, landing on their bottoms and looking surprised but very pleased with themselves.

Oh, and froggy also gently ribbits in his sleep. Mum and Dad can attest to that as on one drive he was chirping away in his car seat and they wouldn’t believe it was Sam making those sounds. I also phoned them up the other day just so that they could listen to the froggy in action again.

4 Responses to Of storms and small amphibians

  1. ashridge June 26, 2006 at 5:16 pm #

    Sammy the frog

    A frog he would a-wooing go,
    Heigh ho! says Rowley,
    A frog he would a-wooing go,
    Whether his mother would let him or no.
    With a Rowley,
    powley, gammon, and spinach,
    Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.

  2. ashridge June 26, 2006 at 5:16 pm #

    Sammy the frog

    A frog he would a-wooing go,
    Heigh ho! says Rowley,
    A frog he would a-wooing go,
    Whether his mother would let him or no.
    With a Rowley,
    powley, gammon, and spinach,
    Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.

  3. downesunder June 28, 2006 at 4:15 am #

    Very cute froggy.

    I especially like the last photo, very cute.

  4. downesunder June 28, 2006 at 4:15 am #

    Very cute froggy.

    I especially like the last photo, very cute.

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