Matt brought home a turtle he found outside a couple weeks ago. Ella was ecstatic! She LOVES. ALL. THE. ANIMALS! She would jump out of bed in the morning and say, "I'm going to check on my turtle!" Ella named him....wait for it....Cale baby turtle. Creative, I know. And, between Cale trying to eat him, Ella OVER-feeding him and Matt putting a rock in the container big enough for him to climb out and walk on the counter I'm surprised he made it in this house at all-but he did. However, yesterday we had to let him go. Ella cried as she did not like this idea, but his stinch said otherwise and I was able to assure her putting him back in his home would be best for him...she politely obliged. So, we walked down to the pond and set him free.
Ella and "Cale baby turtle" for the last time. You'd never guess we had had a traumatic melt down only 10 short minutes before this was taken.

Putting him back home.

Ella is saying bye, I don't think Cale knows what he's supposed to be looking at!

And, the booger on the right looks pretty good for having surgery only the day before. He's doing really well by the way!!