I collect stuff with cats on it. Old books. Boxes. Baskets. Dragons and other mythical creatures. And bones. Lot of useless stuff, but what fun would it be if I were to collect something normal? You know, like animal salt & pepper shakers or those little spoons with the name of a state or tourist attraction stamped on them? (Sorry Grandma V, I know you got Rhiannon two of them.....but I can't stand them! Hopefully she'll find them more interesting than I do.)
We've been taking walks through the woods lately because of the nice weather (up until yesterday, that is) and since the ticks and chiggers aren't out in full force yet. Once summer hits, we'll be confined to the mowed or recently dozed paths in order to attempt avoiding the blood-sucking and itchy little buggers. Maybe all the rain washed them all down to the river; wouldn't that be nice.
Rhiannon's current fascination is dinosaurs. Every and anything she sees is transformed into something dinosauresque. Cadbury chocolate mini-egg? Nope, it's a dinosaur egg. Want to read a book? Only if it contains a dinosaur. Do you want to watch your Leap Frog DVD? Nope, she wants to watch Discovery "Walking with Dinosaurs". How about taking a bath with your dolphin and turtle squirty toys? Only if they can play along with the stegosaurus and triceratops.
(Collections. Walks in the woods. Parasites. Now dinosaurs. Yeah, I'm getting around to it, don't get your panties in a bunch)
So what does a little girl do when she finds the long-decayed remains of a deer on the forest floor? She excitedly yells that she has in fact, found.............
|Ma'ma, I'm not sure if this is from the Triassic or Jurassic Period.|
Maybe we should have a carbon dating analysis done just to be sure.
And she has found bones on two different occasions in just the past week:
|Rhiannon's first collection of bones!|