Frogs HEART Arkansas

Polski nearly got a tongue lashing from this big ribbit last night. He sniffed around a bit before discovering it was a very large frog out for a late-night snack. Note its angry brow bones and devil eyes.



I know what you're thinking. Meghan's once interesting blog posts have reverted to pictures of random and irrelevant wildlife. Yes. Yes they have. I've found Arkansas is full of extraneous blog fodder including overpopulated ponds and roaming cattle.

Golfing at Dusk

Since our neighborhood features a 9-hole course, we've likened to golfing on weekends (I use the term 'golfing' loosely). Troy and I tee off (I avoid participation in holes with water hazards), then Hayley putts the ball in once we've made it to the green. I'm right around 90% sure that Hay likes the golf cart and the snacks more than the golfing itself.

Here's our scramble last weekend:

Hay with her trusty putter.

Okay, so "golf" usually turns into a game of "Everybody stop what they're doing and find Troy's golf ball." This is us making that transition. 

Hayley displeased with her golf game.

Hayley beginning the putting process.

Arkansas wildlife. These photos don't do these guys justice. These frogs are HUGE and you can see about 20 of them encircling the pond at one time.

If I'm not a seasoned golfer, I should at least have a Titleist visor suggesting I am.

Daddy-Daughter golf time. Love this pic.

Hay, excited her putting game has recovered nicely.

GET IN THE HOLE!

The Swimmin' Hole

We've discovered that early evening is the best time for swimming in the neighborhood pool. Last night the fam brought diving rings and goggles down for a swim. Here are some lovely little pics.

Our little 9-hole course at dusk.

You Can't Teach a Master

Over the summer, Hayley attends dance class Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1 to 2pm every week. She has discovered this a great inconvenience to her and her summer play schedule, as dance class interferes with her ability to attend summer camp two days a week.

Last week, when dance class took priority over a Summer Camp fieldtrip to see "Horton Hears a Who," she reached her breaking point. Hayley emphatically declared she wanted to quit dance class.

When we asked why she would ever want to quit, she said, "I don't need to go to dance class. I already know how to dance REALLY good."