Well today when we got home from Sam's Club we saw a ladybug crawling down the side of our garage and then into the flowers that we have around the border of our house. This isn't the best picture ever because I ran inside, changed my lens, ran outside and snapped a few... all the while really trying not to hear the plaintive whining of the cheese and yogurt I had in the car waiting to be put away.
Since this is a new blog, I'll explain the Poppa thing. That's what the kids call my dad, who passed away a year before Zach was born. A ladybug came to me the night he died and I always felt it was a sign of him being there. So whenever we see a ladybug we tell Poppa hello.
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