most mornings, as long as the weather is nice, ry and i go out on the porch. i just love to do my devotions out in nature. just seems right you know? and i can actually get a bit of reading in cause ry entertains himself with the plants, his truck, rocks, dirt, just about anything he can get his hands on.
the other day i was sitting there reading and i heard him hitting something with a little toy he had. i didn't pay much attn seeing as how this is normal for him to hit stuff. (he is a boy you know!) he kept smacking and smacking. having himself a good ole time. after a while, he made his way back to me. he kept reaching down and slapping his legs. i looked down and there were ants crawling all over them. yuck. i stripped him down and dusted them off then went over to see what he'd been doing. he had been sitting there smacking ants with his toy. there's no telling how many ants had to die for his childhood pleasures...priceless. i guess that is what little boys do right? nothing like a little ants in the pants to spice up your day.