I also wanted to share this photo of #5.
He got really excited about playing in the snow a couple weeks ago when we had our last big snowstorm. He suited up and headed down the street to his friend's house, where there is a big dirt pile right behind the property. I think the boys started by sledding down the snow-covered pile; but as the afternoon sun melted away the snow, they ended up sliding down a mud hill. His friend's mom was very considerate to call and let me know she was sending my son home covered in mud, so I was ready when he showed up. I carried him in the laundry room, stripped his clothes off him and right into the washing machine, and plunked him in the bathtub. He had a great time, and I didn't have to ruin it by complaining about mud tracks or soggy clothes strewn around the house.
Life with a boy child is fun. :)
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My blogging absence is due more to illness than business, but hopefully it will be over soon.
Mud and kids are irresistably drawn to each other.
Yes, boys are curious creatures. I had one boy child who came after two girls. I wasn't ready. This is the child who would come home from school, take off his shoes, and then fling his socks into the ceiling fan in the living room just to see where they would land. When he ran out of clean socks that matched, we knew it was time to move the couch and see what was behind it. He was born on Mothers Day 33 years ago this spring, and I still marvel at things he says and does.
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