I’m sorry, but I just have to say this…

My daughter rocks!!!!!!!!!!!

So yesterday during school (yes, gasp, we have school sometimes on Sundays, and Saturdays too if you must know) one of the questions during a session was “what do you want to be when you grow up?”   My dear, darling daughter got a mischievous look in her eyes and slyly wrote on her paper…”a scientist.”  HIGH FIVE!!  Fist bump!  WA-HOOOOOOO!  This mom is preening!

Then, after we were done (and it was only a short school day, a couple of hours tops, so don’t fret for the little princess…she has a rather good, little life) I asked her if we could go walk the dogs.  Well, here, in the paradise we call home, “walking the dogs” takes on a new meaning.  We don’t so much as walk the dogs as go climb a mountain.

So she came out with her backpack and other accessories.  I said “???what are you doing???  We’re just going for a little walk.”  She replied, “Mom.  I need my things.  I’m going to make some observations so I can write a wildlife essay.”  I LOVE THIS GIRL.  Yes, I’m preening again.  Do you blame me?

So we set out.  And, as always happens around here, started climbing up.  We actually almost made it to the Eagle Catch, but I turned us around to everyone’s irritation.  Well, maybe not the dogs as they were thinking about dinner I am sure.  But the little one, who is just no so little anymore, was not happy.  I promised we’d return in a day or two.

Along the way she stopped and made lots of notes in her journal of all the things we saw.  Here’s a sampling (unedited and definitely not aided by mom, all original by her):

~different fern foliage (yes, she used that word)

~rose bushes do change shades

~fresh elk rub

~bear scratches on tall, twisted tree

~mushrooms growing from ground

~huge mountains with beautiful views

~large broken branch with woodpecker holes

What a lovely day!  And I just can’t stop dancing around being excited that my daughter is excited about being a scientist.  (And I just can’t help bragging about it either.)

Blessings be.

(No pictures as it was just supposed to be a short walk, and I was most definitely not prepared.)

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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