This weekend we made the drive to Angel's Camp to see "The Celebrated Jumping Frogs of Calaveras County".
I read the Mark Twain story to the kids on the way over. They were excited at the thought of seeing their very own "Dan'l Webster" and didn't realize they would actually get to participate in the jumping fun.
The folks running the show told the little ones their frogs would jump a greater distance if given a kiss beforehand. I guess it proved to be true as Anna (surprisingly) was the first and only one to kiss her frog prior to the contest.
Her frog, which she named "Anastasia" jumped a distance of 3'11" while Lauren's frog "Hunter" and Jake's frog "Big" only jumped a distance of 3'5". The goal was to place your frog on the circle on the stage and then without touching him again, get him to jump 3 times. The length of those three jumps was then measured.
Doug helped Jacob with his frog "Big". Jacob was very into the contest and doing whatever it took to get his froggy a- moving.
When Lauren saw that Anna was given an "I Kissed A Frog" button, she had to go back over and kiss her own frog so she could have one too.

As of this morning she's put holes in two of her shirts with that stinking button, but she wears it like a badge of honor. I was caught up in the moment and happily obliged their frog kissing but as time passed by Anna and I both begin to wonder about the wisdom behind the kiss. Anna was terribly embarrassed and in an attempt to make her feel better I told her that there was no reason to be ashamed. She only did what any self-respecting princess would do. A girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince, right!! For me, I began to be more concerned about salmonella and am now a bit freaked out. I'm keeping a close eye on everyone and so far, so good. I think I have to worry about it until Wednesday or so and then they should be out of the woods. Funny how becoming a parent seems to make you worry about the worst case scenario with every situation. I never used to see the danger in anything when I was young. I remember telling my parents once when I was in my late teens-early twenties as I was out skydiving that I was more afraid of "not living" than I was of "dying". My, how times have changed. Having a peanut gallery changes your thoughts on almost everything.
After the frog races, we headed over to the water balls. They had a different name which I cannot seem to recall but they were a huge hit with the kiddos.
After a break in the shade and a little pizza, it was time to head home. Jake finally did kiss a frog but I have to say this plastic one was more to my liking! Ha! What a fun afternoon!