SPRING HAS SPRUNG!

And with it has come mud. Muddy shoes, muddy rubber boots, muddy vehicles, muddy kitchen floors when the muddy shoes and boots are left on by the muddy pre-schoolers. Despite the constant mud I'm loving that the kids can finally go outside and get some fresh air. Mary has discovered a love for geology. She spends hours picking gravel out of our driveway and washing it in the bathroom sink. Jason wants to be on his bike constantly. Yesterday, while Jason was riding his skateboard down our ditch and Mary was picking rocks a little guy I used to baby-sit showed up after school, and I was nervous to let him stay, because things didn't end on the greatest of terms. Anyway, I thought this may be a good chance to let the kids play again, and called his mom to find out if he could stay a little while. He got hurt a couple of times when under my care, and I know that his mom wasn't really trusting of my abilities. Anyway, she agreed and I watched them like a HAWK the whole time he was here. I stood at the kitchen window watching them each dig in the sand box for the entire duration of his stay. When it was time to go I walked out to find him COVERED in mud. His new-looking Adidas jacket had mud caked all over the front of it. When I questioned him he said that Jason had thrown mud at him. I called Jason over by his FULL name and demanded to know what on earth he was thinking THROWING mud at his friend. He sheepishly says "I was just trying to get the mud off my shovel." ARRRGH! Try explaining that one to his mom without looking like I'm a "My kid would NEVER do such a thing" kind of mom. Stupid mud.