Two and a half weeks ago our four-year-old grandson, Noah, had surgery on his left foot, landing him in a big ol' cast. The surgery was done to further release the tendons in his foot. (He was born with a club foot.) Kids being kids, Noah has learned to scoot, crawl, climb and become pretty self-reliant.
Mike and I volunteered to bring him down to Blue River for a vacation. It's the first visit when he is the only kid here, which is a treat. Mike and I are getting quite an upper-body workout lifting Noah here and there. But outside, it's the time tested wagon as the preferred mode of transportation.
Yesterday, we spent several hours outside. Noah played with dinosaurs around the rock garden and supervised Dabbadoo's power washing techniques. While gardening, I dug up this newt, which was pretty entertaining.