Please Note: At the end of this post there is a picture of something really, really gross. If you are currently eating, have a squeamish tummy, or are easily grossed out, please do not view it. I will give you another warning before it appears.
A few days ago I shared a funny dream I had. My little guy, unfortunately, does not have funny dreams--at least not that he remembers and shares. He does have some bad ones, though, and he wakes up crying in the night. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it breaks my heart.
It's nice that he's able to verbalize now, so I can comfort him appropriately. One night he dreamed he had left a hot dog in the minivan, and apparently this was quite upsetting. I assured him quickly that we had plenty of hot dogs--in the fridge, and there weren't any in the van.
Another dream, that really was sad, was that he had lost all his friends. I reminded him that his friends were all in their homes, in their beds, sleeping. He quickly fell back asleep.
I keep thinking about that dream though. Friends are very, very important to Jack. And we're blessed because he has some really awesome friends in several different spheres of his life. No wonder he would be sad if he lost them!
Recently our friends invited us to the zoo. They receive season's passes from their grandma for Christmas--what a great gift idea!
I sure did miss my niece Savannah when I saw this sign. Hopefully some day she can join us!
Jack was very interested in this evolution propaganda. I think it was the slidey thing more than the actual content.
Aren't they a lovely family?
We've also been enjoying the sand table that Ken built in our backyard, as well as the swingset. Yesterday was a gorgeous day, so in spite of terrible allergens floating everywhere, we went outside for some fun in the sun.
He's really almost too big for the slide, but the rest of the swingset is just right for him.
Enjoying the view from the shade of our patio.
Ok, but then things got a little gross. And by little, I actually mean a lot. I was walking around the yard, admiring all the tulip and daffodil shoots, when suddenly I came upon something that stopped me in my tracks. Apparently something else was also stopped in its tracks.
This is where you should stop reading if you are squeamish.
No seriously. Stop.
If you don't stop reading, and you throw up in your mouth, or have to make a run for the bathroom, don't blame me.
You've been warned.
Ready? If you're still reading, you're about to see something ... ummm ... very *natural.* I don't know what exactly it is, but I have my suspicions.
I'm only posting it in the hopes that someone can shed light on it's origin ... and it's untimely end. And why it was left.
Last chance, folks. It's coming.
Here it is. Nestled in the grass, a thing-a-ma-jig, approximately 8 inches in diameter.
And here's another shot, blown up so you can see all the ... contents.
Ken was kind enough to dispose of it before our dog found it. I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on what you think it is, and how it came to be in this state, in our yard.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy your next meal...