Thursday, August 14, 2008

Porching

A few weeks ago, we checked out of reality and checked into a spacious cabin at Hawley Lake for our first Melzer Reunion. One week of porching for Anna and Clara. I had the idea a bit ago to do it with all my siblings and Kathryn made it happen. Hawley Lake is home to a couple hundred (or so) cabins that people built when they were leasing the land from the Apaches. The Apaches chose not to renew the leases and took over the cabins. According to the Hawley Lake website, some people "donated" their cabins for the tax benefit. I, on the other hand, would have been among the few that either burned or destroyed my cabin so as to not let someone else benefit from the cabin I paid to build. Most of the cabins are uninhabitable in their current condition. I got sad every time I saw them. It is one thing to take someone's cabin to rent out, but to take it and just let it go to waste. Well, that is just downright sad. Fortunately, the food, the company and nature itself was more than adequate to provide me with a most enjoyable week. It's been three years since I've taken a week vacation where I had no internet and no phone access.

Clara and I rode up with Kathryn and her girls Thursday. Actual departure time was slightly later than planned, which is why Kathryn told Ryan we were "Behind a Fed-Ex truck" when he asked where we were several hours after we were supposed to leave. Too bad the Fed-Ex truck was just a few miles away from my house!

The cabin we stayed in was perfect. It wasn't luxurious, but the size and layout were great. There were seven bedrooms and five bathrooms. Two of the bedrooms in the main area had the bathrooms in the room. One of the bedrooms and bathrooms became "the loft" or what the kids called, "our cabin". It was a detached room above the garage where the older kids (James, Alexis, Justin, Lily, Casey Ann and Micah) slept and showered. It was so nice not having to try to keep them quiet after the babies were in bed every night and I'm sure they loved having their own space.

Everyone except my dad came Thursday. He came on Friday. Until Sunday night, everyone that was coming was there. We missed Emily, Mick and Daniel, but next year we might just have our reunion in California so Emily and Mick can be there. Their kids were still there, which is half the fun.

Jason spent most of the first two days fishing and I realized a vacation near a lake will never be a family vacation for us until the kids are much older. I was telling him how I wished he'd choose to spend time with Clara and me instead of fishing all day to which he replied. "Honey, don't be sad. I love fishing." Oh wait, I'm pretty sure that's the problem: you love fishing, not me!

During the week we played games, read lots of books, went on walks/hikes, explored and just enjoyed the beautiful earth. I, of course, took about 900 too many pictures (my total count was over 1200, woops!) But I couldn't get enough of my cute family and the lovely things around me. I went through all my pictures and selected about 300 that I wanted to post. So many of my pictures tell stories so I had a hard time getting rid of them. That's when I became a collageaholic and made so many collages it will probably make Angela sick. But, I got all my good pictures in and they will be accompanied by my stories.

Someone asked what there is to do up there besides fishing and hiking. Not much, but that's why it was such a perfect place. There wasn't anything demanding our time (except the wee ones, of course) and we didn't have places to be by certain times. I could sit and read a book or watch the squirrels and chipmunks while Clara played in the dirt. Or, we could walk up the hill to the fort or down the hill to the lake.

Here are my pictures. They are in no particular order.

Clara gets really feisty around people she doesn't see often. However, when Steven was willing to let Clara have a leg ride like Lucy, she didn't mind one bit that seconds earlier she was squawking at him. I know parents of twins say the rest of the world is missing out. Well, as an Aunt to twin nieces, I say you are all missing out too. I love watching children interact and socialize, but watching twins is completely amusing. It is like they are appendages of one unit. Here they were wrestling.
Cute brothers.
One day down by the lake, Clara was on my mom's lap and she was babbling her head off with a few new sounds, noises and hand movements. We would laugh at it and then Clara, would turn her head and give a nice long fake laugh, to which we would laugh harder.
Angela and Clint decided it would be fun to take "engagement" pictures with an intense effort to look as silly as most engagement pictures look. Congratulations, they passed. This brother is funny.
Perhaps the funniest night was Saturday. The adults were up late playing a game, which alone was funny enough. Then I heard a noise. We soon realized the field near the cabin had a bunch of elk in it. We took the spotlight and bothered them for a little bit. Really, if you zoom in on this picture you will see a very light, faint blob at the end of the faint spotlight. Trust me, it's an elk. As we walked back to the cabin, we hear: "Are they going to be mad? Because if someone shined a light on me while I was mating, I'd be mad."
Pretzel party in Rachel's van.
These two, Lucy and Clara, are a little mischievous when they're together. I have to watch extra close. As long as it doesn't involve toys, they play pretty well together.
I had to cut Jason's hair for the family picture so I cut my dad's as well. He didn't want me to and I realized it was because according to my dad, "Mom always trims my eyebrows, nose, ears and makes it look really good." Since that's what wives, not daughters, are for, I cut his hair then let me mom take over the trimming.
They really are a beautiful couple. They (meaning Clint) just pretends not to be in most pictures.
On top of being a good uncle, Steven was definitely the champion rock skipper. We were all amazed, multiple times, as he skipped rocks across the lake. It really is a neat thing to watch.
Cousins: Micah, Emma, Casey Anne and Lily
Kathryn, Alexis (the oldest granddaughter/niece - holy cow she's grown up fast!) and yours truly
Back to the night of the elk. Kathryn and Ryan made donuts and some chocolate frosting. Jason was dipping his pear in the frosting. I'm not sure he can eat something without a sauce or a dip.
Not only did the cabin have a lot of inside space, it also had a wonderful porch that spread the full length of the house. We laughed, visited, read and played a lot on this porch. Or using my new word, much porching occurred on our trip.
I'm glad I'm not the only one in the family that takes lots of pictures!
I think Elsa is going to get her graduate degree someday. She went around hooding everyone in sight. She would run around and say "Aht, aht, aht" until you bent down so she could put your hood on.
After my own hooding.
I love this picture. I don't look great, but it's a fun picture. I leaned over so the sky was in our background. The sun was kind of bright so it washed out all the color behind us.
Elsa was sad and Lucy chased her all over trying to grab her hand saying, "Elsha".
Kathryn squashing Elsa. That'll teach her to sit in her mom's chair.
I'm not sure why Clara thought it would be fun to shove her face in the cup holder, but she did. And apparently it was all that she imagined it'd be because she left her face stuck there for a while.
Justin thinks he's too cool to smile for the camera. But I still got a picture showing is sweet side.
And even sweeter... All the cousins loved the little kids. They had so much fun with them and after a day or so, Clara finally warmed up to them.
Several times during our stay, there were crazy storms. So much rain came down and the lightening and thunder was thrilling. The last storm was the best. Something, perhaps the lake, got struck by lightening while we were on the porch and the thunder during that storm was super loud. I love it when it rains while I'm camping; especially when I'm in a cabin.
Emma is like a little ray of sunshine.
Don't ask what it is about this picture but I love it. Kathryn and her girls were walking up towards the cabin and I couldn't help myself. Maybe it's that it's so pioneerish looking and they are pushing forward, despite the gusty wind.
One afternoon we painted our nails on the porch.
I took James and Alexis with me to drive around and explore the burnt cabins. We found other neat things along the way. Like this random trailer skeleton.
And this, you read right, Bear trap.
And this tree tumor.
Jason was the only one that caught fish. But Steven managed to catch a crawdad with a fishing pole.
Grandma gave Lucy a stack of about five or six pringles. Lucy proceded to eat the entire stack together, one bit at a time.
Lucas decided the dirty old porch was a great place to toss his blanket and rest.
Please zoom in and look at Clara's expression here. It is hilarious. Clara was chasing Elsa trying to give her a hug. Elsa was trying to ignore her, which obviously didn't work.
One evening we went to the lake after a big storm and it was so serene. The water was like glass and there was mist rising off the lake. It was gorgeous and as usual with nature, the picture doesn't do it justice.
Dinner time was normally organized chaos. We each had meals we were in charge of. Our family used to do that at Lake Powell and it always worked out good. It was nice because you didn't have to cook every day and I think it's easier to plan three meals for 20 people than 21 meals for 3. Kathryn brought a little table with four chairs for the four babies (Lucy, Elsa, Micah and Clara were born within six months). It turned out to be a very good thing.
I don't think I ever put pictures of the roasters I made with the Scouts last year. Here they are and the kids puting them to good use.
We had glow sticks. I don't think these things ever get old, regardless of age. This top picture is of all the kids in a dark room dancing. The middle is of Justin with lights, no lights and then no lights and dancing. And the bottom is me, enjoying my glow sticks before I bitterly gave them to the kids to play with.
Let's go fly a kite.
Many of you have probably seen those GIANT marshmallows at Basha's. I've been waiting patiently to go camping so I had an excuse to buy some. I still think they are pretty cool. Steven told me he could fit four in his mouth. As evidenced by the pictures below, one was a challenge. Another challenge surfaced when Clint put one in his hot chocolate (top right) and realized it is a bit difficult to drink hot chocolate that way.
Moms and kids. Okay, check out that middle picture. I took that of ourselves and told Clara to smile. Well my sweet one, that's not exactly how we smile.
One night we had a pinata. Everyone got a chance to swing, youngest to oldest. Clara: thought it was so fun to chase it. Lucas: got way too excited everytime he touched it. And then screamed when his turn was over. Lucy: loved hitting it and then gave it loves afterwards. Elsa: would barely tap it then smile at everyone watching. Emma: laughed as hard as she hit. Micah: had the biggest smile on his face when his hood fell off his face. Casey Anne: hit it lots. Lily: let you know she played softball by the way she swung. Justin: hit his heart out. Alexis: knocked it off the hook, probably because she was so tall. James: wacked it so hard it came off the string, but still didn't break.
During the pinata (picture in above collage, bottom left) I realized Clara had picked her nose until it bled and was smearing the blood on her face. She loves picking her nose and finding boogers.

Near the dam there was a waterfall. It was super rocky, but I wanted to go down it so off I went holding Clara and my camera. Going down wasn't bad. At the bottom, you can't really walk without getting wet so we just sat on a rock for a bit and took pictures. Then we went back up and I realized how important and useful hands are when you're hiking. I had both hands full so I was jumping/climbing rock to rock handless. It was a good workout.
I have so many pictures of feet. I'm not exactly sure when I decided these make for cute shots, but at some point, I did.
Jason caught our dinner one night. It's a good thing, otherwise I told my family to murmur and treat him like Nephi got treated when his bow broke. Fish or not, many enjoyed fishing. Lucas loved this play fishing pole. This is only about half the pictures I have of him with it.
Ahh, flowers. At first glance, it seems there were only a few different wildflowers by us. But being a little more observant made me realize it was covered with beautiful flowers. I loved it. I also found a really cool green plant and an awesome mushroom.
At the lake we realized what a talented family we are. Steven has a dinosaur hand and I myself have a dinosaur arm. Clint can do a funky lip thing. And Angela, Steven and I can all bend the top joint of a finger forward without bending the rest of the finger. It's kind of gross and worse, this wasn't always the case. We all sat in Church one time and held our fingers in that position until it became something we could do. That's how cool we are.
Clara got plenty of attention. (PS I think Jason should wear black socks with shorts more often).
Cousin time was plentiful. It was especially good for the cousins who live out of state (six of the nine).
Too bad my brothers are the camera-haters! Or so they pretend...The kids caught tons of crawdads. Justin caught the winner. It was HUGE! That night Jason ripped all the tails off and boiled them. We had crawdads dipped in melted butter for our appetizer. I thought it was okay, but others thought they were fantastic.
There were lots of creatures in the mountains. This beautiful pink and black moth, the vibrant tree frog, a horny toad and one nasty spider.
Our visit to the burnt cabins was a little depressing and a little cool. The first one we went to was the worst. It looked like the people didn't take a thing out. They just lit it on fire. There was melted glass everywhere, broken china all over and melted silverware. However, it was cool exploring this stuff and identifying different things. I could've spent hours there. While we were driving around, we saw this super cool tree (center).
Remember those illegal car rides? Well, no one is really sure what rules you have to follow on the Rez, but one thing is for sure: the bed of the truck is always safe. I didn't let Clara ride in the back, instead, she got to sit in the back of Angela's car on the seat. No carseat. Another morning, my mom took all the grandkids and her kids and Kathryn to the store. That would be 13 people in her van. Awesome.

Clara was pretty good. She napped fairly well and never woke up before 7am (I think), which is really good for not being home. She loved to play in the dirt, make funny faces, show off her new shirt, eat giant marshmallows, run and run and run, hide in the closet, fish off the porch, put flowers in her hair, ride the squirt toy like a horse with licorice hanging out her mouth, smell the flowers, have cute legs, look at the lake (and think about how to escape to it), look at me when I call her name with no intention of coming to me, smile, wear her hood and just plop down on the wet grass to enjoy her surroundings. And I loved taking pictures of every move.
Along with the creatures, there were animals. There were squirrels and chipmunks everywhere and they would run up onto the porch while we were sitting there. It was so fun to watch them. I tried to get a better picture of the giant bird (I think a Crane?) but this was all I got. And then the cows. There were lots of cows. But this bull was too huge to ignore. Woah, check him out, he's like twice the size of the cow he's next to.
Every night it was cousin bathtime. One night we styled their hair for the picture. Clara's expressions are awesome. She thought she was so funny splashing. Lucas was downright annoyed.
Oh the beautiful outdoors. I pretty much loved every bit of it. For some reason I was fascinated that along one end of our cabin, there were three different kinds of pine trees, resulting in a row of three very differently colored trees.
My mom brought boats and the kids loved them.
Of course I had to get a cousins picture before we left. I bribed the kids with licorice. It alsmost worked.I was glad to go home to see Jason and have my own bed. My only real complaint about the cabins were the beds were completely awful. The mattresses were horrible and they were so loud and squeaky. I've been away from Jason for several days before. When we first got married, I traveled tons for work. For some reason this time seemed harder. I think it was because i couldn't even talk to him at all. In the car Elsa refused to look at the camera, Lucy loved being smunched in the back with all the blankets on her and Clara was glad Lucy and Elsa brought so many toys for her.

We had lots of fun and everything turned out just great. I love my family and think they are the best ever. We have so much fun together. We stayed up way too late many nights (3 and 4 am) visiting, but the lost sleep was well worth the therapy sessions. I wrote down some of the funny things said during the trip, but I don't want to go find it. Maybe another time. This has taken long enough!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Short & Sweet

If I were Angela, I'd describe the marvelous one week family reunion I just returned from in 100 words. But since I'm not Angela, I'll be sure to upload some of the 800+ pictures I took and provide a thorough account of the lovely time I had with my family in the mountains when I have more time. For now, here's 100 words and one darling picture (thanks Angela) to describe the past week.

Fires, s’mores, visiting, rain, lakes, exploring old cabins, late nights, early mornings, food, family, hiking, fishing, spiders, horny toads, tree frogs, wild flowers, hot chocolate, laughing, pictures, waterfalls, giant marshmallows, dirt, scenic drives, blue skies, cows, elk chasing, lightening, thunder, rocks, cold, cousin baths, beautiful moths, learning to share, books, squirrels, chipmunks, pine trees, aspens, no cell phones, no Internet, Oreos, relaxing, freezing toilet seats, fighting over grandma, crawdads, homemade donuts, games, illegal car rides, sore legs, therapy sessions, dirty dollies, giant cabin, violent bug swatting, crafts, peeing on the floor, nature walks, spiders, fighting over grandma, licorice and forts.
PS I had 114 unread blog posts (not including the private ones) from not checking my blog for a week, so don't be offended if I don't comment on your posts. It's going to take long enough to read them. Soon enough my life will return to normal... well, in like five weeks when I am actually home for a weekend.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Random Thoughts on Death

Well, well, well. Look who is posting again and ignoring, again, her seemingly impossible list of responsibilities. Yup, that's me. But something has been on my mind lately (other than that giant nasty cricket on my wall that I will just ignore since Jason is asleep and I'm a chicken) and I think I'll be able to better direct my focus if I get it off my mind. And the most effective way I can get things "off" my mind is to write about them.

When I get restless while I work, I browse blogs. As I was doing so tonight, I ended up at a fellow blogger's post sharing beautiful memories of her late father. Last week, a little girl in our Stake drowned so this was already on my mind. I didn't even know the family, meaning, I don't even know their name. But how can you now hear something like that and just pray for the family to be comforted? With that on my mind, reading this post got my tears and my thoughts flowing.

I don't like to think, hear or talk about death. It's silly, because it's inevitable. And it truly is just a step into the next life. But for some reason, I feel like if I talk about it, I will jinx myself or someone I love dearly. That's also silly because I know God has a plan, The Plan. If I really think about it in conjunction with my religious beliefs, which allow me to know I can be with my family forever, it shouldn't scare me as much as it does. For example. today at my mom's we were talking about the earthquake in LA. I told her when I was younger, every time I would go to visit Nikki and SaLeah, I would have this fear that "The Big One" was going to occur while I was there and I would die. I was afraid that if I ever told anyone, the chance of it happening would increase. I will be in Cali next weekend and we joked that I would die in one of the aftershocks of this earthquake. That would be just my luck. Even seeing the conversation written out feels threatening to me.

Sometimes I feel guilty realizing I probably don't have as much faith as I should regarding the topic. I wonder if increased faith would allow me to have a better eternal perspective and realize that although it may not seem so at the time, life is so short compared to the eternities. But even with all the faith in the world, can mortals ever really understand that concept? Besides, there is also the pain and hurt until you are reunited with them. A lot of times I hear people say that with what we know, it makes it easier to experience these types of things. I think I would reword this and say that knowing you will see loved ones again makes it bearable. There is still likely so much sadness and so many tears.

Sunday night I just laid in bed wondering how people that are faced with such tragedy go to bed at night. How do you go to sleep knowing your child isn't in their bed? How do you go to sleep knowing the clothes in their closet won't be worn? How do you go to sleep knowing your parent won't be there in the morning? How do you go to sleep knowing they won't be there with you to experience the things that await you in your future? How do you go to sleep knowing you will feel that void every single day for the rest of your life? I couldn't go to sleep for at least an hour as this totally consumed my thoughts. And the conclusion I came to was just as I can not comprehend the pain and heartache they are feeling, I can not comprehend the level of comfort our Savior Jesus Christ has bestowed upon them by way of the Holy Ghost during that time in their life.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Quickly

Pretending I don't have close to a million things to do right now, I am going to quickly (hopefully) post a few things that we've been up to.

Obviously we were inspired to give Clara Jane as her middle name. This is how I found her Monday morning. In that instant, I might have imagined her dolly to be Tarzan. That same morning our Cream of Wheat was really runny after I added soymilk to cool it off. Perfect, however, to drink through a straw. Clara ate/drank all her's and most of mine.
Len and Maricel and their kids are staying with us this week. Today we went to my mom's to swim. Kenzie...
Clara decided she didn't need help getting into the baby pool. She flipped over the edge, head first, into the eight inches or so of water. It didn't even phase her. After all, she'd accomplished her mission. It was hysterical but her resulting hairstyle is all I have to remember it.

Alexis (on the right) and Justin are also in town so they joined us and Lily in our swim.
Kylie and Nathan
Somebody thinks she owns the place... and every other place she graces with her presence.
I know, I know, this picture is blury. But isn't it still kind of cool? As we swam, Daniel showed Justin how to ride his dirt bike and then the two of them were just riding around. Boys.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Remembering When

I love memories. I love to make them, record them and remember them. Here's a few pictures to help me remember when...

Clara made beautiful messes (she loves pulling things off the counters)Clara thought she was so funny wearing her necklace like this
Clara would wrap her arm around my neck when I picked her up
Clara climbed into this container. Notice her face... she loves to test Jason and me and this is the face she gets when she does it. She knew she shouldn't rock back and forth, but she did it, going further and further each time, waiting to see what I would do. All the while having this little smirk on her face.
Things involved so much drama. Cleaning up spilled milk required Clara to lay across the floor and being ever so slow in cleaning the milk up.
Asking Clara not to stick her fingers in her ears like this resulted in a screaming fit. Telling her repeatedly to get her fingers out of her ears only produced this dumb-founded stare.I also think it is fun to reflect on the past and think of random forgotten things in life. Such as... 20 cent stamps, light brown M&M's, "brick" cell phones and Arizona only having one area code.
Friday night we went to Joe's Farm Grill with my family to celebrate Clint's birthday. Yes, we do love Clint so much we've celebrated his birthday over and over and over. Before we even ate the food, I decided I loved the place. The grounds of the restaurant are beautiful. There is a farm across the street and grass, plants, flowers and trees galore. I just loved it. Turns out the food is pretty darn good too. I can only imagine what these types of pictures will look like in 40 years, when Clint, as a grandpa, makes strange, unpleasant faces when I take pictures.
Of course, as we were leaving there was another beautiful Arizona sunset. I told Jason to turn around so I could get a picture of them with the beautiful sky. Angela humbly told me she needed to be in it to make it more beautiful.

Friday, July 25, 2008

FOF

I was feeling at my limit this week trying to get lots of work done (naturally, with accounting, I am in the midst of several urgent to do lists at the same times of the year with different clients), having network and e-mail issues with the lady I work with (three days in a row), taking care of my sick baby, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning (ALL of it by myself; no further comment on that, though), laundry, dishes, etc. You know what it takes to run a house alone... And then I got sick. Blah. That's what I have to say to the sick bug that interrupted my already busy week, BLAH BLAH! I considered releasing my five top reasons I hate to be sick, but then I realized, it's not all that bad. In fact, for me, it's probably good. So here are five reasons it's good for me to get sick (every now and then):

1. Instead of being a slacker, not working and feeling guilty, I feel justified in working a little less and don't feel the guilt.
2. I learn to really appreciate the strong and generally healthy body I've been blessed with.
3. It helps me realize all the things I do accomplish on a daily basis even when I feel like I've done nothing.
4. I have a good excuse if I can't get a client's stuff done on time.
5. Laying on the couch and watching TV doesn't feel like a sin and a total waste of time. Okay, it feels like a waste of time, but I don't feel as guilty wasting my time.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Traumatization Part II?

I needed a camera fast today and grabbed my old camera. When I went to look at the pictures I took, I found a few treasures.

Looking white trash is fun to do, fun to do... That would be Clara in her pajama shirt, her diaper and shoes. And don't think it was morning, I'm pretty sure this was in the afternoon.Clara proclaims that sometimes phone calls just can't wait. It must have been important because I was able to go get the camera and take some pictures before it was over.One morning Clara came to me with a hair rubber band. So I put her luscious locks in a pony tail. I had to get something done for work and Clara left my room (my room is the only place I can't leave her alone in and I was in there, so I didn't worry where she was off to). I heard her find the bag of chips Jason left out and figured they'd be all over the floor when I found her. But I didn't care. Whatever I was working on really needed to get done... I was obviously pleasantly surprised when I found that Clara, ponytail intact, had got the bag of chips, climbed on the couch and was munching away. Must I remind you again, Arizona has the COOLEST sunsets and storms ever. Last night we had a pretty cool storm. Nothing like a few weeks ago, but still neat. Just as the storm rolled in, the sky looked awesome. There were pink and blue layers and you could see the rain coming down. I've never seen that before. Jason had my camera off taking pictures and videos of drainage, so this picture isn't the greatest, but it still supports my point.Clara says: Trust me, eating oatmeal by the fistful is much more efficient than with that tiny spoon my mom gave me.
As if I didn't have enough excitement with wildlife on Sunday, I walked into the front room today and notice a black thing on my curtain. Thinking it was the silohouette of a lizard on the sliding glass window, I refrained from screaming. I got just a little closer and realized, nope, the darn lizard was on my curtains IN my house.
Clara thought it was pretty cool. But when I went to go get something and told her to watch it so it didn't run away, she wouldn't. I don't blame her. Had I screamed like I did Sunday, she never would have even let me set her down and take a picture of her pointing at the cool lizard.
I'm not really afraid of lizards; I just don't want to touch them. So I called Genny to come rescue me. Ha ha. Actually, I was thinking maybe Joseph might think it would be neat to catch. Right? She didn't answer so I figured we'd just sit there for two hours and make sure it didn't leave and then Jason could get it when he got home. Luckily, Len woke up shortly after we discovered it and took the little guy outside. It was actually pretty small, just a baby for sure, but check out the size of the feet! I'm sure it's going to be one large desert lizard someday and probably do something cool along with his trusty toad buddy. I wonder which of their friends they've told to sneak into my house later this week...

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Traumatization

I don't often have polls on my blog, but the event that took place at my home this evening certainly merits one.

You tell me, who do you believe was subject to the highest degree of traumatization this evening?

Anna: Screaming bloody murder because the GIANT toad she went to observe after Ryan's family discovered it as they were walking to their car was jumping, or should I say leaping, straight towards her and she had no where to run to protect her and her baby.
Clara: Screaming hysterically because for no apparent reason, her mother was screaming louder than she'd ever heard her scream before as she held Clara tight.
The Inside Crowd: Opening the front door to see what the commotion was and having the trusty toad invite himself in (at which point he might have morphed from the trusty toad to the toad from you-know-where).
Jason: Picking up the toad to remove him (obviously it's a him, no female thing is that disgusting) from his (Jason's) home, where he (trusty toad) had truly violated more than one 'no trespassing' law. Furthermore, having venom get all over his hand and dripping onto everything below.
Angela: Having to wear flip flops that were beneath the dripping venom trail.
The Toad: Soaring through the air onto the lawn for doing nothing but what he was made to do - hop and secrete venom when threatened.

We're pretty sure the trusty toad is actually a Sonoran Desert Toad. And thank goodness none of us are dogs because apparently their venom kills dogs. Next time this happens, I'll have a jar handy to catch the venom. Some say their venom has caused awesome hallucinations in humans.