I have been concerned for sometime about my children spending their formidable years in the big city here in Boston. Yes, you southerners know my concern. They will grow up here, get some learnin', and get themselves all citified. Well, fortunately with a few days at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Florida, I think we were able to undo most of the damage thus far.
We kicked it off with some good ol' tree climbin' with the cousins.
Then some playin' in the rain.
Then some 4-wheeler ridin' at Auntee Amy's house.
Then some squirrel holdin'
And of course some good ol' gator wranglin'. Some neighbors found this baby gator in their yard, so they called my younger brother, Blake, to go get it for them. We taped its mouth shut, so we could take some pictures before he got released somewhere safe (for all of you yankees, yes, duct tape will securely hold a gator's mouth shut, even a big gator).
I didn't have my camera handy when we swam in the lake, chased down a great white heron in the john boat, swung on the bag swing in the oak tree, fed the fish in the lake, or cheered at the football game.
It made me a little sad to bring Lila back up here to the city, but I guess even one week at the Russ house in Florida is more adventure than most kids get all year.