That blasted mud hole that mysteriously grew in my front yard after the construction trucks were gone is a source of so joy. Why? Well, dirt makes any day better. Jessie took the little ones out to play and this was her idea of *play*.
Two chubby muddy little feets.
Mud snowmen baking in the sun. And yes, it happened. Someone left the front door open and those two chubby little feet above came traipsing through my living room carpet to show me a hand full of gushy mud. <sigh>
Ma’boys. I asked daddy when he called on his lunch break if I could have his boys do something constructive to help him. He said they could continue taking siding off the house, so I told them to get started. Little did I know all the siding left was 7ft up. They, by themselves, made this scaffolding set up a plank and finished the job. They amaze me, at their age I would have used that as an excuse NOT to work.
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