tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37560149.post6799319322373912913..comments2023-10-24T03:16:00.379-07:00Comments on Just Another Mama Blog: Fishing, Pets, and Other Warm and Fuzzy Childhoood MemoriesSerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902811976034141844noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37560149.post-77120827449179526122007-10-22T20:09:00.000-07:002007-10-22T20:09:00.000-07:00I just might have a solution for you: a "pet" eart...I just might have a solution for you: a "pet" earthworm (I blogged about it <A HREF="http://theflyingmum.blogspot.com/2007/03/tater.html " REL="nofollow">here</A>.) Tater is still alive and well. In fact, there are quite a few <EM>little</EM> worms in there too now, and I get a "warm fuzzy" imagining Tater's little worm family in a jar. Just a thought. And yes, days like the one you described havehappened here to, way more times than I care to remember. We're only human, after all.<BR/>We have a very large jar, like a restaurant-sized pickle jar or something (ask at a local diner if you could have one of their empties maybe?) They are very low-maintenance, and educational as well. And to further enhance the experience, a fellow blogger recommended "Diary of a Worm" by Doreen Cronin (which one of my son's aunts was kind enough to give him for his 6th birthday.)theflyingmumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18087901455694508640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37560149.post-11299901296147663452007-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:002007-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:00Any time we take our kids out into nature with the...Any time we take our kids out into nature with the best of intentions, we always come home damp, bug-bitten and traumatized. Somehow, this will magically transform into Happy Memories as they get older...Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37560149.post-23165683183732603862007-10-15T16:34:00.000-07:002007-10-15T16:34:00.000-07:00We have had those moments. In fact, at the moment...We have had those moments. In fact, at the moment, we have a toad living in our yard, and I always struggle with whether or not to tell Emily I saw him. If I tell her, she'll want to catch him and abuse him (not on purpose, but it just ends up that way). If I don't, perhaps she'll never learn to love toads enough...<BR/><BR/>Have you read "Last Child in the Woods"? I'm working on it now - incredibly depressing in some ways, but encouraging for those of us who do try to get our kids outside.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com