Meet Froggy

So there's a new little man in the house. He's got sticky feet, eats live crickets and has made a certain five year old over the moon.

Meet Froggy. (I'm not sure how to spell his name.... it's a long "o" sound... Frooooogy.)

Oh boy. Have I mentioned before, that I'm not really a bug or reptile enthusiast? I'm not.

Anyhow, over the weekend, Colin came racing over to me. "I caught a tree frog! I caught a tree frog!!"

And not a few hours later I was driving home with a bag of live crickets on the passenger seat, an aquarium in the trunk and a pamphlet on how to care for a tree frog in my purse.

That kid has me wrapped around his little finger, haha :)

and yes.... in case you're wondering, I have very mixed feelings about letting the boys hold onto pets they catch in the backyard. The answer won't always be "yes", but this time it felt like a good learning experience for the boys and we are doing our darndest to keep froggy well fed and happy.