Beware The Snapping Turtle

Wow.  My son, C.F. decided to go for a walk this evening. He found a baby snapping turtle. He brought it home and we ooed and awed at its tiny cuteness. Everyone except for D.M. He was fine until C.F. put it on the floor and the tiny little thing took off like the road runner.  We had to put him in a plastic bucket to get a picture because he was moving so fast! I was amazed at the fact that it was as tiny as a peppermint candy. I took a few pictures of “Tiny” and then C.F. returned him from whence he came….

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I remember someone telling me that snapping turtles jump and being a logical thinker and all, I didn’t believe it. However, I did some research and many people claim that they do, in fact, jump. I found a video on YouTube to share. They do jump, I suppose. Although it’s a bit more like a “push off” than anything else and I suppose if the dang thing is big enough, it could quite easily propel itself forward a great distance, especially if it’s pissed off. Oh, and word of warning: The bigger ones CAN take your finger off so proceed with caution when dealing with snapping turtles!

Watch out for ‘Jumping’ Snapping Turtles! LOL.

Parenting and Children’s Privacy

I don’t claim to be the best parent in the world. No one can claim that, for heaven’s sake. When we have our first child, we are newbies. Babies don’t come with instructions and no matter how many books we read, we will never be fully prepared for the job of parent. Parenting is a difficult job but is also a very rewarding job.

We all have different ways of parenting. One parent’s way might be different than another’s, but that doesn’t make it “the wrong way.” There is one thing I feel very strongly about and that’s privacy. Children, no matter the age, deserve (age appropriate) privacy. I’m not talking about privacy to do whatever they wish. That would be ridiculous and dangerous, obviously. It’s totally natural for teens to want privacy. Perhaps just some alone time in their rooms, a conversation on the telephone, an email to a friend, or maybe just hanging out with a friend after school or on the weekend. We need to keep in mind that these young people are trying to discover themselves. They are developing their own distinct personalities, their own individualities. It’s a tough time for teens. They are under a great deal of stress and peer pressure. It’s only right that they are given a little privacy to unwind, be themselves, reflect and have a life that they can call their own. That doesn’t mean that we let them run rampant and do whatever they please. By all means, DO find out who they are friends with, DO know where they are going, DO get to know the parents of your child’s friends, DO keep the lines of communication open. Communication is key!

These days kids of all ages are finding a place for themselves on the internet. This can be a disastrous thing or it can be a positive thing. While we must keep close watch on what our children are doing online, this doesn’t mean spying. Having open communication at all times with your child is very important. This can’t be started when they are teens. This must be developed from the time of the child’s birth! We can’t expect communication if we haven’t had it all along. We must have parental controls on our computers to protect our children but we mustn’t spy on them…unless they give us a reason to, which is another subject altogether.

Many young people keep journals, have private chat conversations online, have their own cell phones and computers and many have Facebook (or other networking) pages. Just because they have these private areas of their lives does not mean we should treat them as though they are “up to no good.” Just because one child got into trouble at age 15, doesn’t mean your other children will follow suit. In other words, don’t punish all your children for the sins of one.

We mustn’t alienate our children! We must keep them close to the heart, guide them and protect them but also let them grow into the wonderful human being you hope they become. You can’t do that if you spy on them and mistrust everything they do.

Microwave Ice Cream…..

Well, dad has gone and done it again. Seems like he’s always doing something (or not doing something) to make us wonder about him!

Dad usually has chocolate ice cream every night at around 9pm. He gets the 5 qt. tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and sticks it in the microwave just for a few seconds to soften it. He scoops out some ice cream, puts the lid on the tub and puts it back in the freezer. He’s all set.

Last night, he went through his entire routine except he left out the part where he puts it back in the freezer. Instead, he put it in the microwave. We didn’t find it until this morning when Dad went to reheat a cup of coffee!

Oh my!

A Random Memory

When I was living in California there was a commercial made by a local used car salesman. His name was Cal Worthington. His commercials were low budget and a favorite of my daughter’s when she was about 4 or 5.

My memory is fading a bit on the lyrics but they were different every time except for the part that repeated at the end “Go see Cal, Go see Cal, Go see Cal.” Every commercial, ol’ Cal Worthington would have a different animal. The introduction was “Here’s Cal Worthington and his dog Spot.” Spot would be a bear, a horse, a tiger, a monkey…anything he could get he’d use in his commercials. One time he had a hippo. Unbeknownst to me at the time, my daughter thought he was saying “horsey cow” when he was actually saying “Go see Cal” and this misunderstanding led to something quite amusing!

When I found out about her little misunderstanding we were at the zoo. The hippo was very visible; you could really get a good look at how big this animal really is. To our surprise, my daughter bursts out “Lookie, horsey cow, horsey cow, horsey cow!” At that moment I knew because she was repeating the words in the same manner as the words in the song. We all laughed our butts off that day!

Kids. Gotta love ’em.

Dad’s Chicken

Two days ago, Dad and I went to Springfield. I had an appointment with an Orthopedic Doctor and Dad went along for moral support. We had a nice lunch at Chili’s, although we seem more and more disappointed every time we eat there. Ice tea alone, cost us over $5.00, for just 2 of us! Anyway, I digress.

We were on the way home and had about 30 miles to go. Stopped at a light in a neighboring town (Ava, MO) Dad just happened to glance to his right, off the road. He said to me in a rather surprised voice, “Look, there’s a chicken down there!” “Where?” I asked. He said, “Down there,” as he pointed in the right direction. Trying to keep my eyes on the traffic light, while stretching to see where he was looking, all I could see was a chunk of metal sticking out of the grass. It looked like an old car jack or something like that. It was reddish brown, obviously rusty from being in the weather.

I told Dad, “All I see is a piece of metal sticking up in the grass. No chickens.” Dad says, “No, Goddammit! It’s right there. It moved! It’s looking this way!” I was laughing to myself, knowing that the thing I was looking at couldn’t have moved, and I sure didn’t see anything else down there! He was getting kind of mad because I was arguing with him. I wasn’t trying to argue, just stating a fact. The only thing down there was a piece of metal, rusty and old, left behind by someone. (Later, I realized it was a metal water pipe.) I said, “Dad, all I see is that metal thing. No chickens. It’s not moving.” He says, “Are you sure? I could’ve swore it moved!”

By the time the light changed (finally!) I had Dad convinced there was no chicken. We were laughing now. In his defense – It WAS colored like a chicken; that rusty-red rooster color!

A few days later, I was back in town and stopped to take a photo of what Dad saw. It does look like a chicken, doesn’t it?!

 

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