How’s THAT for a catchy title, eh?! So much for that one-post-a-week resolution; I missed like two weeks. But whatever, if I hadn’t said anything you would have probably never noticed. And if you DID notice, well, I pledge to you my undying gratitude and love. And applaud your devotion to this !$!@# failblog.
ANYWAY. Maryland saw waaaay more than it’s fair share of snow this season and while I for one reveled in the white glory, it is now beyond mid-$%@#$-March. Even I’m ready for spring at this point. The last of our recent fluke 6-inch snowfall melted yesterday, leaving behind a wonderfully destroyed yard of muck and mud. In which I wanted to stomp.
What can I say, my fraternity mud wrestling days are hard to leave behind! I’ve been looking for a pair of rain boots for Little A so we can stomp in rain puddles and I would have a reason to wear my polka dot boots, but have yet to find any for him. But today the sun was shining, the wind was blowing and there was a lovely little puddle next to our driveway that was just begging to be stomped in.
We said #%$!# it, threw on his first pair of shoes which are almost outgrown anyway, put on some family hoodies and got to stomping. Well, he stomped, tentatively at first and then more aggressively, as we stood by and giggled, taking pictures. And then he fell on his butt and we laughed harder.
He liked it! Even with a wet and muddy bum. Until he fell forward and got his hands really dirty, then he wasn’t quite a fan. He was still mad when we took him inside, so I’m taking that as a sign that I should have a fun puddle jumping partner this summer!
We were outside for less than ten minutes since the breeze was a little chilly and his tiny baby feet were soaked through his socks. It took longer to clean him up than the time we actually played…but it was so worth it. My little neat freak loves to pick up crumbs, loose carpet threads, abandoned dog bones, everything on the floor. It’s high time he learns that boys are supposed to get muddy and dirty and make mom do extra loads of laundry.
Truth be told, if/when I ever have a girl, I’ll be teaching her to mud stomp, too. I’ll just save the mud wrestling tips for her teen years.
And tell me he doesn’t look like mother$%#$ing Chunk from the Goonies right here?! Couple more months and he’ll be learning the Truffle Shuffle, for realisies.