kitties and killer whales

Question: What do kitties and killer whales have in common, you ask?

(side note: mass swarms of kitties do not make me feel itchy at all. or sneezy. and my eyes are NOT watering).

Answer: Kitties and Killer Whales are both loved dearly by my little boys.

A while ago, Finn asked if he could have a stuffed killer whale for his birthday. I was too excited to wait for his birthday, so I ordered some killer whales for Easter this year. And not just any killer whale. I decided it had to be Spout the Stuffed Orca Whale by Douglas. Why? This particular killer whale looked just like Shamu. All other whales were too pudgy in the mid-section or had sub-par fur.

Unbeknownst to be me, Spout is very popular and ended up being on back-order FOREVER. The company tried to offer me some reject whales instead, but I was not going to budge. It had to be Spout. Weeks and weeks later, we finally got our Spouts in the mail.

The boys were thrilled. Spout did not disappoint. Totally worth the wait.

"Hey boys, do you want mommy to take some pictures of your killer whales jumping over some water by the river bed? Like in Free Willy?", I asked yesterday. I'm so sneaky bribing my kids to let me take photos of them.

As we trekked up the bike trail toward the river bed, I spied a Boxer running loose.

Sigh. A few days ago it was a Great Dane on an invisible electric leesh. And now a Boxer just running wild. And I most certainly did not ask the owner to put his rabid beast dog on a leesh. Nope, not me! And the owner did not just look at me like I was crazy.

Seriously if the dog was a lab or golden retriever or even a hyper attacking killer Dachshund, I would not have cared.

We finally arrived at our destination.

Introducing for the first time, Spout and Willy.

Calvin named his whale Willy.

And Finn stuck with Spout.

Little Huckleberry Finn.

And Ollie was supposed to show ya'll his new stuffed Calico kitty but his hands were covered in wet muddy sand within seconds.



Ollie was running wild and happy and free.

And no, I was not paranoid that Ollie was going to get amoebic dysentery from the disease infested waters. Nope, not me!

Twain enjoyed the sand immensely and was surprisingly easy.

Finn is so sweet to Twain. Always talking to him in baby talk. And hugging him.

It was a lovely evening.

The sun was shining softly.

The weather could not have been more perfect.

Unfortunately, all of this freedom was a bit too much for my boys to handle and they started to get a little out of hand(ok a LOT out of hand). So we had to cut our evening short.

And I did not throw them in the bath as soon as we got home. And their clothes were not thrown in the wash within microseconds. Nope. Nope. Nope.