Twice actually. Two times.
The first time I grabbed it I shrieked like the girl that I am and hurled it to the ground.
Then, spurred on by Sweet Pickle's excitement, I snuck up on the gnarly beast and grabbed it again. My boy was so proud. His Mama has come a long way, baby. Yes indeedy. Now I am officially cool.
Lizards... so neat and yet, so freaky-deaky. Remember that time they caused me to say totally ridiculous things to my children? Yeah. I remember.
Follow those links, man. You could track our lizard history through the ages. It's good stuff.
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Stretch | My Man
Loves: Jesus, his family, home improvement and gardening shows, hot and tasty meals, sushi, order. Does Not Love: his wife spending too much time on the computer, cold sandwiches, disorder.
My Sweet Pickle, 7
LOVES: BACON, volcanos, DRAWING, reptiles - esp. dinosaurs, arts/crafts. DOES NOT LOVE: excessive handwriting, Puddin' terrorizing him, oatmeal.
My Sugar, 5 1/2
LOVES: her Monkey, her bugs (blanket), "piggy" tails, Vivaldi, sugar, PINK, dancing, things that are beautiful and "sprinkly" (sparkly). DOES NOT LOVE: bedtime, having her hair brushed, using her inside voice
My Puddin', 2 3/4
LOVES: RICE, t-ball, animals, FUZZ, bathtime, his brother & sister, playing outside, spilling things. DOES NOT LOVE: Coming inside, being allergic to cheese, getting out of the bathtub, using the big potty.
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Funny girl. I'm surprised the lizard didn't lose it's tail. Has that ever happened to you? Talk about freaky-deaky.
* how do you type: cold shivers down one's spine? bluuuugghhh *
I guess that about sums it up.
Oh oi. I would've run the other way. No way do I need to be picking up lizards. On the other hand, when we went hiking there a couple weeks ago, I was going to pick up a snake for her...the things we do for our children, right?
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