Spent some time playing 'Pooh Sticks' with the granddaughter a couple weeks ago as she visited for a week while mom recovered from back surgery. I used to play this game with my son -now her uncle- when he was small, dropping sticks into a creek and watching them pass under the bridge before disappearing downstream. The name was derived from a Winnie the Pooh video my son loved, and naturally this is something kids have been doing for ages. At one point Renley walked over to a huge log with the expectation that we could somehow lift it into the water, but eventually she settled on this large stick. I guess she became bored with the small stuff and wanted
a bigger thrill, but in the end it got stuck in shallow water near the shore. She also passed a half hour climbing onto boulders to see which was the best in her 4 year old mind.
The energy of kids always reminds me of how far we all come in learning about life, and how sluggish we become...There would be no need for diets if adults moved so much...(and as always, click on pics to enlarge )
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