Filth beckons
A park. A good-sized park. A large park with two separate play structures, a playhouse, two sandboxes, two bouncy toys, a lovely grassy field, half a dozen benches, swings, slides, ladders, and a dozen children, at least. Is she interested in any of that?
Pfft.
Advertisements
7 Comments »
Leave a Reply
Recent Comments
RSS feed
Lol! I also have THAT child! His mom has taken to bringing three outfits. One before lunch, one after, one to wear home 🙂 This child could find a mud puddle in Death Valley!
Now I’m the one laughing. I think you’re just a smidge less filth-tolerant than me! In nice weather, I rarely go through more than one outfit. If they’re really begrimed, I’ll strip them to their diaper for naptime (to save the sheets) but I don’t put them back into a clean outfit until home-time.
HA! Running to the mud puddle! That rocks!!
She heard me coming and sped up, the little monkey!
kids and mud- a natural attraction! go for it, little one! : )
Isn’t it just? She’s been walking for about four and a quarter days, and the first thing she really goes for? Mud!
Ah, the call of the mud puddle. I love the effect of the photo, especially with the hands blissfully in the air. You know they’re anticipating the joy of the ooey, gooey, muck and guck. Great shot. 😀
Yeah, I’m really pleased with this. I had about 4 seconds to squat down, frame, and shoot. It came together so nicely, and tells the whole story so perfectly!
Love it! The hands in the air walk is my favourite, and the anticipation is just oozing from her!
is she perchance modelling a newly Mary-made sun hat? Fabby!
She’s been upright for a very short time, and is still at the ‘clutching the air for support’ stage. Which is so adorable.
I wish I could say those are my new hats, but no, that’s the OLD one. Shameful! I’ve made two, and have four more partly-completed ones. I’ve promised myself to get them done this weekend. At the rate I’m going, it’ll be November before they’re done! 😦
Were you able to put the camera down in time, to stop her from plunging in?
Or did you let her wallow a bit?
My youngest one heads straight for the dirt, but once he’s covered he looks at me and says “yuck” with great reproach as though I dipped him in the mud. I now have a rule that I will not clean up children in the middle of crafts or meals or gardening or he’d want a wipe every minute. Strangely he has no problem with filthy clothes. Fortunately his mama thinks that coming home to dirty kids means they had a fun day! God bless level-headed employers.