The Many Faces of Solomon

The pond has needed cleaning for several months. The final straw was a dead frog floating around last week. Today I delved in with both feet. I brought Solomon out to spend some naked time in the yard while I worked. As with many "plans," Solomon had a different agenda. I think the difference between cuddly and needy is more about what I am doing than Solomon. The game went something like this: Mommy puts Solomon on his back and wanders away. Solomon rolls over, looks towards Mommy. When Mommy doesn't run right over, Solomon plants his face in the sheet and starts fussing. So instead of cleaining the pond, I played with The Boy. Needless to say I had the camera out with us just in case. Eventually Daddy came out for some relief (if one considers the opportunity to step knee-deep into an icky pond relief). It was truly gross when I scooped out the frog skeleton. I thought a critter had taken the carcass when I didn't find it to fish out myself, but if a critter did anything, it left the bones behind.