It started to rain. The kids wanted to play in it. I went to make sure there was no lightening.
Come out in the rain with us Mommy.
I did. It felt lovely.
Then the little one came at me with a mud clod and threw it at me.
Laugh or lecture?
Before 3, everything they do is so adorable, I couldn’t help but laugh.
I remembered a multitude of mud fights out at my grandmother’s house in Utah. We would have the best time, my brothers and cousin and I, hurling mud at each other.
I do like mud.
It stopped raining so we turned on the sprinkler.
This is how Daddy found us when he came home from work.
Covered in mud.
We ran to a group shower to hose ourselves down and wash our hair.
I don’t know if Ainsley’s white shirt will ever come clean – it’s been soaking in Oxyclean for a few days.