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Photo Friday: Mama’s Little Toddler Muddy Butt

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.

Can...can I touch it?

Can…can I touch it?

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.

Dude, this is awesome!

Dude, this is awesome!

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!

When you have seen only one set of footprints...that's when mom was on the sidewalk laughing at you.

When you have seen only one set of footprints…that’s when mom was on the sidewalk laughing at you.

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.

The clothes, shoes included, went directly into the washing machine.

The clothes, shoes included, went directly into the washing machine.

 

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.

BONUS VIDEO!

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.

First you gotta do the Truffle Shuffle. Come on. Do it. Come oooon....

First you gotta do the Truffle Shuffle. Come on. Do it. Come oooon….

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4 thoughts on “Photo Friday: Mama’s Little Toddler Muddy Butt

  1. Squatch is a neat freak, too. God forbid anything ever get on his hands. The world comes to a stop till we can wipe it off. He might have a stroke about mud butt.

  2. Jonah too… This one he got vermicelli noodles stuck to his hands – and it was apparently a sign of the apocalypse to him. We won’t ever forget that night, that foray into Vietnamese cuisine… Anyways now we know. If anything gets the kid’s hands dirty, I have 2 seconds to get them clean or it’s an epic shit storm! Aren’t kids fun?!

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