|JJ and I studied the water closely looking for fish, but had no luck.|
|Next it was time to try to skip stones over the water. JJ has quite a wild throw. Stand back everyone.|
|I went and found a rock to sit on while Buppa stood close guard up-river.|
|Danica really got into the swing of things and showed fine form.|
|Lots of time was spent looking for the perfect skipping stone...|
|...and getting the pitch just right.|
|There was a huge patch of tall grass along the river's edge, and Danica wanted to get right into the middle of it.|
|JJ, on the other hand, remembered getting overwhelmed in the grass at the ice cream shop the other day, so he stayed on the outer edges.|
|Danica didn't! She told me that she would wiggle the grass near her if I needed to see where she was.|
I did a few times too. I would call out "Danica where are you", and she would give the grass beside her a wiggle, and I could see from the tops shaking violently exactly where she was, and that she was OK.
She reminds me so much of her mother at that age. She was always going off on an adventure at the family cottage, and getting right into the thick of things in the bush or in the creek. One year she got a terrible dose of poison ivy from venturing into some unknown territory at the cottage, so I try to keep Danica somewhat contained, but a girl does have to be allowed to go on an adventure or two. At least she had long pants and a long sleeved shirt on for her grass adventure at the park the other day.