Monday, March 14, 2011

Some days, it's easier to concede to the war on mud

And today was one of those days.

Jonathan, who is vying for Best Husband 2011, called to tell me he was picking up steaks and twice-baked potatoes at Western Meats so I didn't have to cook.  Which is awesome, since I am exhausted.  We have had a great deal of rain in the last few days, so we've been a bit stir crazy.  I finally decided to rock the curly hair a few days ago after one such rainstorm killed the flatironed hair. 

Anyway...back to the farm.

Not two minutes later, I look outside and find this:

So he played.  I  laughed.  I did my best to curtail his puddle water shots that he was attempting, and just let him be a two year old boy in the mud.

I found his reaction to Papa's arrival at home absolutely hilarious.

Let me show you my mud skills, Papa.  I am the Master Muddenator.

All smiles until it was time to de-mudify.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, sweetpea.  But you are getting hosed down.  Offer it up!"

1 comment:

KCina said...

Best muddy boy pictures EVER!!! :)

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