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35/52 – Priceless

September 2, 2012

35/52 - Priceless

As it turns out, the Doodle is a big fan of frogs. This shouldn’t surprise us.  But it did somehow manage to catch me slightly off guard.

Her favourite song since babydom has been “Mmm-ahh went the little green frog one day.” Since the song always elicited squeals and giggles, we opted to dress her up as a frog for her first Halloween.  She sees frogs in the Pets I Love clip from Baby Signing Time that we watch weekly while I cut her nails. But up until now, the Doodle had never seen a real live frog.  Turns out she’s in love-love-love.

We spent the last long weekend of what we’ve dubbed the Sucky-Awesome Summer camping at Charleston Lake.  We visited this provincial campground on the September long weekend for the first time two years ago.  I was pregnant with the Doodle then.  We’re going to go back again next summer.  It’s that good.

Despite having booked our site at the end of April, and that there were only three sites left to pick from in the entire campground, we couldn’t have picked a more perfect location and site.  Three sites down from the water tap, bathroom and beach access.  Seven sites from the off-leash doggie swim area.  And, of course, one site down from a little ditch of water that housed the frog bog.

The Doodle was smitten by frogs that her doting brother and mama captured for her all weekend long.  She would dart out of the campsite and make a mad dash to the frog bog and then sit at the side of the road patiently waiting for frogs to be brought to her.

Frogs jumped and she would laugh.  She’d get kissed by a frog and laugh.  Her brother would let a frog jump out of his hands towards me which would cause me to to shriek, and she’d laugh.  She pet the frogs.  Touch the frogs.  And say “eyes” and then poke the frog in the eye if we didn’t get it out of the way fast enough.

The Doodle was captivated by frogs.  She even started to sign frog, which was a backwards bird sign and isn’t quite yet a frog sign, and signed it all day long.  And at night, too.

This is until the marshmallows came out and then all she’d do is sign ‘more’ so that someone would hand her another glob of white sticky goodness.  Heck, we were tearing down the campsite this morning and I turned around to see that she’d grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the dried goods and then toddled over to the collapsed tent that I was about to fold and had sat down in the middle of it to eat marshmallows while watching us all work.  That was equally as priceless.

I digress.  But back to the frogs for a final moment – Her fascination with frogs was adorable and hilarious. Heaven forbid you try to take her away from the frog bog before she was ready to depart.  Or try to walk by the frog bog without stopping.  She’d throw a fit.  The only thing that worked was to tell her that it was dark out and the frogs were sleeping.  Only, it had to be dark for that to work.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. September 3, 2012 10:21 pm

    love it. too cute.

  2. September 3, 2012 11:57 pm

    Adorable…and geez….have been browsing your blog and saying to partner McPhee how much we have in common – babies similar ages, just finishing Gordon’s night weaning, the co-sleeping, the 30-40 minutes naps (up until pretty recently here), the all night nursing, the ‘can’t-believe-baby-is-still-up-all-night’ness, the never ending daycare sickness, the super smart babies 😉 … I read you describing the Doodle and I’m saying, ‘that’s Boo!’ (and I haven’t had time to browse many old posts!). Looking forward to reading more, hope you’re getting some sleep over there…. things are starting to look up over here.

    • September 8, 2012 2:45 pm

      Hee hee hee. Our babies do sound quite similar. I look forward to reading your blog as you get back on the blog train!

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