We went to our second ladybug release at the Native American Museum a couple weeks ago. The girls were so excited about it and talked about ladybugs and bees, butterflies (and cockroaches) for days leading up to it. Once there, Lucy was all aboard. She walked up, got several handfuls of ladybugs and let them crawl all over her. Harper, not so much. She was excited to see them, but was not going to let them crawl all over her. She would tolerate one at a time on her hands and no further than that. If they crossed her palm then she was screaming and carrying on. For his part, Graham made sure that the world did not become overpopulated with polk-a-dotted friends. He helped those that were having a hard time taking flight by putting them out of their misery. I tried to keep him away from them, but with thousands swarming and crawling on everything in sight, it just isn't possible to keep him at bay. I do think I managed to keep him from eating them anyways.
After the ladybugs, we went to meet Ian for a picnic. The girls ran wild around a fountain and park and Graham made himself a muddy mess. Then, he decided that a little head-banging was in order and proceeded to dance, without music for several minutes by himself. Then he decided the old trick of pretending to lay down and go to sleep was called for. This was after he tossed some of Harper's lunch into the fountain, found some of Lucy's and helped himself to it and chewed on a few sticks.
We were suppose to then head over to Ian's office for a visit, but with Graham covered in everything a park had to offer, we decided that we would have to visit some other time.
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