So I was laying in bed trying to get just a few more minutes of sleep before I had to get up to get the kids ready for church. My wonderful husband us up and fixing breakfast for the kids. Wesley came in my room and said "Mom I found a frog." I said, still with my eyes closed ,"oh that toy one you got from the Dr.'s office, did you find it in your room?". "No mom! Its a real one." and he pushes it closer to me. I opened my eyes for the first time that morning to see a real live frog in my face. Then Wes, with me following, runs out to the kitchen were I get the rest of the story from Orrin. I guess while he was cooking he saw the frog hoping along the floor from our little entery way. For the last few months we have heard the sound of what sounds like millions of frogs each night. Which we have gotten used to hearing and even forget that they are there. Check out my post Here that I posted about it last year and you can hear them. We have gone hunting for the frogs and never could find any and even joked about it being a recording that someone turns on each night. Some how one found its way into our house and the boys loved it. It grossed me out a little but I have to say its better that having mice. 
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Haha, even though this is about frogs in the house, it makes me want to move to Oregon.
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