Ah, springtime... why is it that kids, mine anyway, have this uncanny knack for going out to play and finding the dirtiest place they can and then come in looking like they have rolled in the dirt for hours! Now I was a kid once and know the allure of dirt to a kid but I seem to remember that cleaning up was first priority after coming in. I have to practically hog-tie and drag these two to the sink and the clothes, well we just leave those at the door!
We have this box out front that I guess must have been a flower bed at one point but nothing has grown out of it since we lived here and now the boys have taken to playing in it.
As you can tell Mason is a big fan of the dirt box. His shirt is remarkably clean and the pants are dark enough you can't tell what a mess they are but his face and hands are another story.
In this pic you can see the awesome fat lip he manage to get one day while I was in the shower. Those are my favorite showers by the way, the ones where you just barely get in and they come in screaming and sit there screaming until you get out.
We have this box out front that I guess must have been a flower bed at one point but nothing has grown out of it since we lived here and now the boys have taken to playing in it.
As you can tell Mason is a big fan of the dirt box. His shirt is remarkably clean and the pants are dark enough you can't tell what a mess they are but his face and hands are another story.
In this pic you can see the awesome fat lip he manage to get one day while I was in the shower. Those are my favorite showers by the way, the ones where you just barely get in and they come in screaming and sit there screaming until you get out.
2 comments:
I LOVE your shower comment! Isn't that the truth. Unfortunatly I think most of mine are that way.
All I can say is....MOUNT HANA-NEWEY-LEWEY-BLAH!!!
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