It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Lessons in Mud

We’re talking about all things spring here at Mary’s house. The wind! The flowers! The baby animals! The wamer weather! The rain! And rainy skies!

The mud.

Oh, the mud.

Which is why last week, at the park, we MADE mud. Fun, fun, fun. Why did we not just find some mud, you ask? It being spring and all, surely there is ample mud about without having to manufacture the stuff?

Quite true. Unfortunately, the real, nature-made mud is … muddy. Really, really dirty. An hour spent putzing about in THAT mud would almost certainly mean grime of a nature that would challenge the most efficient detergents out there. Though I am of the “the more dirt, the more fun” school of parenting, I do try not to make their parents’ lives toooo difficult.

Moreover, most of that mud is down by the river. The water levels are bizarrely low this year, and there are mud flats out there. Ankle-deep, toddler-sucking mud. By a river. A real one, with, you know, lots and lots and lot of water, and a current, and everything.

So no. We are not investigating THAT mud. We are making our own. Our own nice, safe, clean, controllable mud. First you pour the water into a little hole…

Stir it up a bit, and play, play, play.

Tip: If YOU decide to make your own mud, this is not how you do it.

See, because when you pour your two cups of water into AN ENTIRE SANDBOX of sand, the water, it doesn’t go so very far… You get mud, yes, you do… for about 48 seconds. And then you just have a little heap of damp sand.

Which was okay with Noah and Tyler! They loved it! But next time we do it, we’re doing it in a big bowl or something. (Just like cake batter! Only not.)

Inevitably, a baby will crawl through your tiny drizzle of not-quite-mud… and, amazingly, manage to get REAL MUD all over his pants. I wish I knew how babies did that… (Yes. Someone at his house is a Yankees fan. He also has a weeny little Yankees ball cap. Hee.)

And this picture? This one has nothing to do with mud or mud-making. I just loved those two little crawling baby butts, making their way off, side by side, into the distance. Mud to smear! Sticks to eat! Mayhem to create!

The one on the left is Baby Lily. The one of the right is my new, un-named baby. I’m thinking Benedict, Ben for short… but I haven’t decided.

May 3, 2010 Posted by | outings | , , , , , | 2 Comments