frog hunting

Yesterday for Family Night we went over to John's sister's house to do plant a few things in her garden and have a campfire in the backyard. The surprise bonus for the little boys was a big bucket with three frogs inside. Once they warmed up to the idea of holding them they had so much fun. I am in love with these pictures because they are all things boy-- filthy faces, dirt-stained hands, reptiles, and sly little grins. As much as I adore my baby girl (did you get that memo?), I would be content to have only boys from here on out. There is something about curious, mischievous, dirty, playful, naughty little boys that I simply cannot get enough of. My heart beats hard and fast for my boy, in a way that only he can elicit.