I took the boys to go catch tadpoles on Friday afternoon. I was able to catch one for them pretty quickly, but Samson was determined to catch one himself. He kept at it for more than an hour, trying different net techniques, eventually taking his shoes off and wading right into the water.


We he caught one, he was so happy. He yelled “I got one, I FINALLY got one, I did it!”. I was so happy for him, so proud of him. So glad that his patience and persistence paid off. He didnt hesitate to pick the tadpoles up out of the bucket and check them out. Some had legs and some didnt, we inspected 4 of them.  We both thought they were pretty cool.
 
Julian refused to touch them. He clenched his hands in tiny fists and screamed no when I tried to help him touch one. He liked swishing the net around in the water though. Then he’d pull it up and say “Look mommy, got one. Look mommy, got one.” Pronouncing each word so sharply and perfectly. I so love hanging out with these two, my boys.