Apparently, when you add kids, summer, water and dirt you get a mud puddle with the drawing power of an industrial strength magnet. Kids and mud puddles...a magical combination that fills the mind with nostalgia. Knuckles caked with dry mud that crack when you bend them as a result of making mud pies those are some of my memories of mud.
The kids wandered into this black as oil mud puddle near my dad's shed cabin one day. We took my grandma Gertie to see the work my dad had been doing all summer long fixing his new shed that happens to look a lot like a cabin. Wes and Ryley hunted frogs in the 'pond' aka glorified mud puddle and left me with the question of how I was going to get them back home without ending up with a muddy back seat.
Anyway, these are a few of the pictures from that day...
Oh, PS...I've been without reliable access to a computer so my posts are as sporadic as a kangaroo with hiccups...I don't know what that means, but it sounds good.
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Those are some pretty darn cute pictures! I love Riley's hair. I have to tell you how your post explained something. When someone openned up one of the folding chairs on the mountain last weekend--a tiny frog was living in there. So, maybe one your kiddos put him there for safekeeping =)
Ahh, mud. Claire finds the only mud in a 10 block radius and manages to get dirty. But they have so much fun doing it, what can you do but laugh? Looks like so much fun (not the aftermath of course!).
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