Burpy. Our Grow a Frog. The kids got him from Nana and Pappy for Christmas, and he arrived in full postal glory (the mail carrier saw me come out of the house and ran over to deliver the box since it's not supposed to sit in the mailbox at all) on Monday. Of course, I was expecting it to take 2-3 weeks for delivery, so I wasn't ready. Had Doug drop off some Evian for the house and got him all moved in. Jake named him.
His back legs were started when he arrived . . . we're waiting on his front ones.
He's on the dresser in the kitchen because I think it's the warmest place in the house. The drawback, of course, is that Owen is well aware that he is there and wants to grab the house and do terrible things to it.
And he gets a little upset when we don't comply.
