A deer, mama

If I could have bottled up this boy's excitement last night, I would have. Then, I would have sent it to all you. That way, you could hear how happy he was when he spotted one of his favorite animals, strike that, favorite things, in the whole world in his own yard.

As I was preparing dinner, the short hair began whining. I figured she spotted the chipmunk that lives in our front yard. A few seconds later, Lane informed me, "A deer, mama."

"A deer," I asked him. "No baby, that's just the neighbor's dog." Wrong.

He was right. There in our side yard was a big deer watching Lane and Elly Mae as they watched him.

"A deer, mama," he kept telling me.

"You are right, babe. That is a deer," I told him.

That's when the excitement began. We watched that deer for a few minutes as he hung out in our yard. Lane giggled with excitement. The short hair whined with desire to get outside and get that deer.

We followed him to the front yard, where we spotted two more deer.


"Three deer, mama," Lane informed me.

We watched as they crossed our yard into the driveway until we couldn't find a window in our house that gave us a view of our friends any more.

"Let's go tell papa what we saw Lane," I told him, as to keep him from crying now that the deer were out of sight.

Up the stairs he went as fast as his little body would take him.

"Deer papa," he yelled. "I saw deer, papa. Three deer."

And we've been talking about those deer all day long.