Showing posts with label in the Catskills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in the Catskills. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Toads of the Day: New Friends

We are back from the Catskills, where we have some new friends, a big toad and a very small toad, named, respectively, George and Harold, from the trouble-making heroes of the Captain Underpants series.

George is very special because . . . he talks! He makes a chirpy sound that Isabella thinks sounds like a bird and I think sounds like a small sqeak toy determined to be understood.

Grandma, who is with George now in the Catskills, reports that when she came into the enclosed porch to check in on George and Harold this morning, George started to chirp when he saw her. She loved it, and she and George had a delightful exchange.







When I look head-on into George's eyes, I find myself thinking of HypnoToad.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Reports from the Catskills

Isabella: We saw a lot of slugs in the backyard. We saw a white slug. I like slugs. They are good explorers; they are like snails without shells. But Grandma hates them because they eat her plants.

Jonathan: I read Power Pack: Pack Attack!


Perhaps the slug Isabella saw looked like this.