Last night after dinner, we ignored the dishes and headed down to the stream. I've been itching to take Ruby down there for quite awhile, because I had the feeling she was ready to really enjoy the water. To really swim. The last time I'd been down there with her, she was still pretty shy, only exploring the shallows, not ready to swim in the depths.
Last night, was a different story. Before we even made it to the stream crossing, she was already in and completely wet.
Then Dan started throwing her a stick, just barely into the deep water. She went bounding after it not even phased when her feet stopped touching the rocky bottom and she started to swim.
She'd bring the stick back to shore, stand as close as she could to the nearest human and shake.
Then she'd sit there whining. She'd look at Dan. Look at the stick. Look upstream where she wanted him to throw it. The communication was uncanny. Over and over and over again he played with her. Deeper. Farther. Bigger sticks.
She never tired.
We gave in first.
"We" meaning–me, Dan, Emma, Mary. Elizabeth could have stayed all night.
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I'll back later this afternoon–power blogger that I am—with a review and giveaway. Stay tuned!
Last night after dinner, we ignored the dishes and headed down to the stream. I've been itching to take Ruby down there for quite awhile, because I had the feeling she was ready to really enjoy the water. To really swim. The last time I'd been down there with her, she was still pretty shy, only exploring the shallows, not ready to swim in the depths.
Last night, was a different story. Before we even made it to the stream crossing, she was already in and completely wet.
Then Dan started throwing her a stick, just barely into the deep water. She went bounding after it not even phased when her feet stopped touching the rocky bottom and she started to swim.
She'd bring the stick back to shore, stand as close as she could to the nearest human and shake.
Then she'd sit there whining. She'd look at Dan. Look at the stick. Look upstream where she wanted him to throw it. The communication was uncanny. Over and over and over again he played with her. Deeper. Farther. Bigger sticks.
She never tired.
We gave in first.
"We" meaning–me, Dan, Emma, Mary. Elizabeth could have stayed all night.
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I'll back later this afternoon–power blogger that I am—with a review and giveaway. Stay tuned!
How did Ruby get so big already!And we’ve got a little nudist around here, too. I see no reason to cover up a bottom that cute. (Although I do insist on clothes…sometimes:-))enjoy the weekend, molly!
sounds like a delightful evening, molly! i hope you can do it again this weekend.
we’ve got to get up there and see Ruby sometime soon
love the chunky toddler thighs…who can keep clothes on them?? This morning saw me chasing my naked two year old down the street in my pajamas.
We just finished reading the On the Banks of Plum Creek and the photos remind me of the story of the deep area of the creek where Mary and Laura were not allowed to go.
Looks like a fun way to cool off.
What a great way to spend the evening! You’ve got such a beautiful place. Glad Ruby is up and running so well!
That Elizabeth, such a little nudie water bug! You capture so much with your camera, your photographs are beautiful!
Such a nice way to pass the time after supper. Ruby is beautiful!
Glad to see that she has made a full recovery!
Great swimming hole. I love country scenes like this. I hope you’ll consider joining us for Small Town Snapshot Sunday one of these days! 🙂