Eighty degrees on a Sunday morning. Husband is gone on his yearly trip to the Reno air races. The boys and I head off to the Desert Botanical Gardens, (admittedly, there was some grumbling for they wanted the Science Center which I have tired of due to the frequency of our visits).
The gardens were in full bloom and the boys commented on how many butterflies there were.
This roadrunner thought he was part of the staff. The boys thought it was most hilarious. The bird was unable to produce a badge to show proof of employment and so he promptly scampered into the bushes.
We spied lots of bird nests, some just a jumble of twigs tucked into the arms of cactus.
There were several strategically placed groupings of chairs for lounging in the coveted pools of shade. We tried out many of them, but much like the butterflies flitting from flower to flower, the boys did not stay in them for long.
Cody looks like a true Arizona boy in this picture. Love…
In other news, Carter lost his first baby molar. This is only his fifth tooth offering to the tooth fairy in his 9 years.
I had previously overhead a nighttime conversation the boys had, where Carter declared to Cody that he felt that Santa could indeed be the parents.
He did not, however think the same thing of the tooth fairy.
“Why would our parents give us all that money just for teeth!?” he asked Cody.
And so last night, Carter asked me if there were boy tooth fairies. Before I could take a breath to answer him, he answered his own question. “Well, of course there has to be boy tooth fairies. Otherwise, how would there continue to be more fairies?”
So he does know a little something about the birds and the bees (and fairies too).
His tooth was tucked under his pillows, carefully sealed in a small Tupperware container. The next morning, the tooth had been replaced with a one dollar coin. Amazing!