Mud, Glorious Mud...

Mud, mud everywhere - look where we can play!! Gage and his cousin, Justin, are outside playing in the mud. The entrance to the basement is somewhat unfinished and there is a low spot that holds water. It is an aggravation to me, something I gripe about a bit.

However, two boys with two sticks are having great time. "Let's go look for more rocks in the river. Here are some big ones." They came to the door a moment ago, Justin with a scratched finger (from trying to haul around the cat) and Gage following behind him telling me all about it. They were "hunting rabbits" and the cat was a handy substitute. That orange tomcat will have nightmares of two wild boys chasing him with their plastic pistols. I made them strip off their pants at the front door, then washed four little, very dirty hands. I bandaged Justin's pinky finger and wiped mud off of Gage's nose. They stayed in for all of about 10 minutes and back out they went again.

The windows are up (we are enjoying 60 degree weather in February) and I can hear them...they now have their shovels and are scooping rocks up out of the driveway and loading their Tonka dumptrucks and the red wagon. I am afraid to look out and see where the unloading zone is! They have tried to wash my truck (until Momma went on the rampage) and  "drove the tractor" to the neighbor's field to feed the cows. A mired-up bicycle stands to testify of their endeavors. An imagination can go a long way when a 4 and 5 year old are together. They are completely covered in mud...from head to toe. But they are happy, and I guess that's all that matters.

So thankful they have each other...Gage loves a playmate and he can roll and tumble with the best, and they do roll and tumble. Now, since I hear them on the porch, am going on a cleaning mission....wish me luck!