"Hey MOOOOOOOM! There's a big turtle outside! Can we go see him?" As I ran down the stairs to catch up with the boys on their next expedition, I looked out the window and saw the turtle. He was a big one. Not the cute little box turtles I grew up catching, but a granddaddy of a turtle. I was worried that he might be a snapping turtle so I stopped the boys at the door. "Guys, let's not get too close to him, but we can go out and see him together."
Full of excitement, our seven year old, Ethan, said - "Oh Mom! Bring your camera so we can take a picture and show him to Dad!" I grabbed the camera along with my cell phone to text a picture to him too. As we ran out to find the turtle, he wasn't there anymore. The boys pointed and yelled, "He went over there!" I ran to try to get ahead of the boys to keep them from the unknown, and just then, my left foot found a big hole hidden over by the grass. Not that I've ever had coordination, even on a good day, but put an obstacle in my way and forget it. My parents have literally called me "Grace" ever since I was young.
I flung straight down. The camera whizzed through the air to the right of me and my cell phone flew off to the left - all while the boys kept running straight towards the turtle. "GUYS! WAIT!" I yelled and by some miracle, Ethan turned around to look. "Mommy fell! Stop! Mommy fell!" The boys ran back to help. As I began to test my ankle, Mr. Turtle took the opportunity to sneak off into the tall grass...he was fast for a turtle. Preston realized this at the same time and shouted, "He's getting AWAY!" We all ran down the grassy hill, me hopping and grabbing my phone and camera on the way. When we reached the spot where he went into the grass, there was barely enough of him to see. "Take a picture Mommy! Take it!"
*click*
One very unimpressive (not worth the throbbing ankle) picture of a turtle.
We went back into the house and that's when the best part happened. I've always heard that boys will "love their mamas" and our three boys are indeed loving. They usually do it in a "fly by night, give you a gut check kind of hug" type of way though. Ethan sat me down on the couch and got a bag of ice while Preston got a cup of water. I sat in shock as they hustled about. My heart swelled one hundred times over and I almost forgot the pain. The boys all came to the couch and sat beside me as I took it all in. Three wonderful and sweet boys. Thank God for these loving boys, these kind and beautiful b...."Uhhhhh, Mom? Can we see the cool picture of the turtle now?" Well...
Boys will be boys.
Full of excitement, our seven year old, Ethan, said - "Oh Mom! Bring your camera so we can take a picture and show him to Dad!" I grabbed the camera along with my cell phone to text a picture to him too. As we ran out to find the turtle, he wasn't there anymore. The boys pointed and yelled, "He went over there!" I ran to try to get ahead of the boys to keep them from the unknown, and just then, my left foot found a big hole hidden over by the grass. Not that I've ever had coordination, even on a good day, but put an obstacle in my way and forget it. My parents have literally called me "Grace" ever since I was young.
I flung straight down. The camera whizzed through the air to the right of me and my cell phone flew off to the left - all while the boys kept running straight towards the turtle. "GUYS! WAIT!" I yelled and by some miracle, Ethan turned around to look. "Mommy fell! Stop! Mommy fell!" The boys ran back to help. As I began to test my ankle, Mr. Turtle took the opportunity to sneak off into the tall grass...he was fast for a turtle. Preston realized this at the same time and shouted, "He's getting AWAY!" We all ran down the grassy hill, me hopping and grabbing my phone and camera on the way. When we reached the spot where he went into the grass, there was barely enough of him to see. "Take a picture Mommy! Take it!"
*click*
One very unimpressive (not worth the throbbing ankle) picture of a turtle.
We went back into the house and that's when the best part happened. I've always heard that boys will "love their mamas" and our three boys are indeed loving. They usually do it in a "fly by night, give you a gut check kind of hug" type of way though. Ethan sat me down on the couch and got a bag of ice while Preston got a cup of water. I sat in shock as they hustled about. My heart swelled one hundred times over and I almost forgot the pain. The boys all came to the couch and sat beside me as I took it all in. Three wonderful and sweet boys. Thank God for these loving boys, these kind and beautiful b...."Uhhhhh, Mom? Can we see the cool picture of the turtle now?" Well...
Boys will be boys.
National Geographic quality picture of the turtle...he's right in the middle in case you can't find him.
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