"A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm." - Anonymous
(If you look very close you can see the moth on the right side of the clear box.)
On the trip a few weeks ago with the women of Bart's family - right before we left St. George I found a huge green catepillar right by my car. So I picked it up, made it a home in a water bottle and brought it home to Jackson. He loved his catepillar. Loved it a little too much. The second day he tried to give it a drink and I was sure he had drowned it. After a day of drying out (and not moving a muscle, I think it was afraid the big giant orange child would come back). I tried to explain to Jackson that catepillars turn into butterflies, but I still thought it was dead. The third day I went to dispose of said dead catepillar and low and behold it had spun a cocoon. Seriously the very next day. How in the world did I pick the catepillar that was on its way to making his cocoon? Or does drowning make a catepillar spin a cocoon?? After a little more than two weeks (I was beginning to suspect he was dead again). We came home one night and there was a beautiful MOTH! Okay so our catepillar didn't turn into the beautiful monarch butterfly I had imagined, but at least Jackson got to see it happen. This was about the coolest thing ever. He carried it around and we had a talk and then set the moth free. Thanks little catepillar for making your cocoon and doing it when my little guy could get such a kick out of it. I love that he wants to learn so much about everything and anything going on in his world. He makes me so excited to teach him things!