Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Cold water, good times!

We went with some friends to Stony Brook Park yesterday. As has been the case with most of our adventures this summer, this was David's first time there.
We try to come down here at least once every summer (see this from a few years back; we didn't get to go last year on account of David being so little.)
It was a rather cool day, and the water is always freezing cold, but that didn't stop any of the kids from diving in. When you have a group of kids playing around a particularly fascinating water feature, it's little more than a waste of breath to try to tell them not to get wet. Add into that the extra excitement of being with a bunch of friends, and, well--- they can't say I didn't warn them that they'd all be very, very cold before too long.
David, who dislikes most things, liked it here a lot.
I hadn't considered how much he likes playing with running water- he loves the spray fountain at the pool and the running water when the bathtub is filling. His only complaint was that I would not let him go entirely, as he would be swept downstream. At 15 months old, he still has little understanding of such concepts.
Did I mention it was cold? Freezing. My kids would break through ice to go swimming if I let them.
By the time we reached the end of the trail, they were all ready for dry clothes and hot chocolate, both of which I had the foresight to pack.
David, who objects strongly to all forms of restraint or containment, did very well in the backpack. I was prepared for a few hours of being kicked in the kidneys and having my hair pulled (as per usual), but he was so fascinated by all the waterfalls he hardly had time to complain.
This is a great place to take pictures; in fact, we came one fall with the camera tripod and did our Christmas card photo shoot here. The only problem is most of the pictures I tend to get are of the kids running away from me, so I get a lot of shots of people's backs.
We had a great day!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Creatures of the Night

Some of you may remember our Chipmunk Relocation Program. Our neighborhood has an abundance of the rodents, some prime rodent habitats, and no real predators, thus the little chippers have had ample opportunity to procreate freely and wreak havoc on our yard, not to mention causing great aggravation to our dog. Matt was of a mind to trap and remove each and every one, wiping them out and solving our problems. I was of the mind that we were only going to be able to trap the dumb chipmunks, leaving the smart chipmunks free to reproduce themselves and ultimately form some kind of superior race of genius chipmunks who would eventually overthrow us. The other thought I had on the situation was the eventuality that we would catch something in the trap that was NOT a chipmunk, which is what you see here.
This is a possum. He's pretty small, but he has a big mouth with a lot of very sharp looking teeth that he was quite happy to flash for us. To our knowledge Mr. Possum has done us no harm, and while we harbor no ill will towards him, it does not seem he feel the same way towards us. I sent my oldest son to open the trap doors so our little guest would be free to vacate at his earliest convenience. Hopefully possums don't hold grudges for very long.