The kids were really excited about the idea. I dressed them in junky clothes, and I was prepared for mud in their hair, smeared on their faces, in places the sun doesn't shine. But when they got into the mud they crouched down, making sure not to actually sit in it, but play only. They brough out all their diggers, match-box cars and the big road machines that our little neighboor Tyrus got for his birthday. They were much cleaner than I expected them to be.
Leah, however, had some trouble keeping her balance in the mud. She fell down, started crying and got back up to get out of there, then fell down again, and again, and again as she tried to escape the mud-pit. I couldn't help but laugh... hard.
And Jonas and Jeremiah we chillin' in our camp chairs, eating some bananna bread (we were embracing our inner-white trash), I hosed them down pretty good, but Jeremiah was so muddy I just took off his pants. He didn't want anyone to see his underwear so he quickly grabbed a towel.
2 comments:
What a great mom you are - memories made for a lifetime for Jeremiah.
What a cute/fun idea! Love it!
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