Timmy the Toad

Our new friend was found this week in the backyard (in the sandbox, no less). I am so surprised he made it through the day. We learned more about toads than I ever thought possible and for the first time EVER, I did not get peed on by our toad. Can't say the same for the kids, but they had a great time playing with him and learning about what they eat, where they sleep, how they live, etc. And I think God must have another plan for Timmy. I am shocked to say that he survived six grimy little hands, pushing, squeezing, lifting, touching and pressing on him. Poor fellow.

And I just included these pictures of me and McKenna because I found them and thought they were cute. Well, I thought SHE was cute, anyway.