Frog Hunting

We have this pond not too far from my house that is a great place to catch, well as you can see by the title, frogs. My neighbor called and wanted to take our kids after school to see if we could maybe collect tadpoles. So with her 4 and my 3 kids we set off. Her little boy Billy is a year younger than Ethan and all of her kids kind of remind me a bit like CaMee's. That is, really active, curious and constantly moving! So we get to the pond and Billy goes running pell mell to the edge where it is a little marshy. He has a pair of Wellies on that come up to his thighs and sure enough, Billy gets stuck. He loses his boot on his right foot and instead of coming to us on solid ground he heads farther out on the marsh land!

By this time he has lost his second boot in the muck. His mom and I are both sure one of us is going to have to go in after him (and luckily since Billy is no blood relation that burden would fall on her!) because before we know it Billy has sunk almost up to his armpits in mud! Oh I wish I had had a camera. He was so bent on finding frogs he just did not stop to think! He managed to get out on his own, but it is still only April in Utah and a little cold. His mom was prepared with extra sweats and a jacket, but sadly no clean underwear!

We didn't find any frogs. But we did find burned golf balls (from a controlled burn in the cattails), and someones socks who probably has a story similar to Billy's judging from the amount of mud on them. And none of my kids fell in!