Tree frogs, ejaculation, and Taylor Swift's scale

But mostly sweaters

So I have a new BFF and this BFF is a frog. I don’t know the frog’s sex, but my daughter thinks he looks like her baby cousin Alfie, so we call the frog Alfie. Alfie has been hanging out in a specific corner of our deck for the past few weeks and I’m obsessed with him. Every day, I go out and look for Alfie, and since Alfie is the size of a nickel, it’s a fun Where’s Waldo situation. Some days he’s on the succulents, some days he’s on the window sill, some days he’s on the table itself.

LOOK AT ALFIE.

Here’s a close-up.

According to my research (googling “New England tiny frog”), Alfie is a gray tree frog despite the fact that he’s green. Did I look into getting a terrarium for Alfie so he could live with us all winter instead of turning himself into a froggy ice cube under the muds and leaves? Yes. Did I decide against it because he would need to be fed live crickets AND because I would never forgive myself if he perished on my watch? Also yes.

But wow, Alfie’s the best and I will miss him when he’s gone.

Reading

OG momfluencer Gabrielle Blair’s (aka Design Mom) new book, which has been written about here and here.