Mud. It was everywhere today, thanks to the generous amount of rain we’ve had for the last few days. And my smart little Maddy remembered me telling her a story about one of my most favorite days ever growing up–the day my mom let me play in mud.
They played in mud for a long, long time. They splashed near the swings. They dug in the soggy sand, they transferred mud from puddle to puddle, pile to pile, and they made mud pies. Owen collected worms and then hid them under a huge sandy castle. Maddy rolled her pants up to her thighs and splashed until her little legs were soaked. They both took turns running, jumping, and racing to the swings.
Cora ran with Baby to the swings but cried when her toes got muddy and Baby’s face got splashed and dirty. Then Maddy’s legs got cold and her pants too heavy, and she cried because she wanted a change of clothes. Then the wind picked up and we had to clean up the yard–fast!–because we thought a storm was coming. Then Owen cried because he was the last one upstairs for a bath. And it all was all downhill until everyone was warm and toasty and dry again.
It was a backyard mud fest here for awhile, all in the name of a little bit of science learning for the day. . .