Like I said earlier this week, garden week just means normal week in this house.
...or toads maybe...
Over the course of Mommy Camp, I learned an old lesson. The kids are happiest when they are catching bugs, coloring the sidewalk and tormenting a poor frog (toad). No matter how much effort I put into crafts, activities and art projects -- the favorites were still the adventures that THEY cooked up.
The lesson? The garden is the best teacher. Especially when I take a step back.
I hate that he is the textbook.
He was rescued at naptime. I said he "escaped".