Muddy Dirty FILTHY

Seems like this time of year, I am always talking about the rain amounts.

We get a ton of it every May--and that makes some great puddles.

Puddles make mud.

And mud, much to the dismay of this lady-in-charge-of-laundry, is a little boy's best friend.

We have a field behind our house, and yesterday, Shane released the boys to 'have at it' with the puddles.

And have at it they did.

Then, they went back for seconds.

They ran. They jumped.

They fell down.

They had a blast....

...but they were disgusting!

Then, they went back again.
(Ethan joined for round three.)

Boys love filth. Just a fact of nature, I guess.
I'm convinced--they would live this way, if it weren't for us.

Or, at least, I thought they would. After a few minutes, it occurred to Cameron that he didn't like being this dirty. Not one little bit.

So, it was strip-down time.

Some liked strip-down time....

...more than others.

*grin*

All in all, they had a great time...and did their best to give Momma some good pictures and great memories!