The girls had gotten very quiet, save for numerous trips to the sink for cups of water, and so I thought, “I’d better check on them.”
Well, of course.
We’re talking mud pies, mud piles and just plain mud to the tenth power.
“This is serious business, Mama,” Cate told me.
Hey, I’m not going to argue.
My husband took one look at them and shook his head without a word. He later remarked that this was all a ploy—A ploy! On my part!—to get him to turn the water in the front hose back on.
(My three little hens are very good at watering, you see. They are not so great at turning the hose off when they have finished.)
I sensed a look of victory on their faces when we permitted their game to continue—a look of victory and great contentment.
What can I say?
Could you refuse these baby blues?
All for the greater glory of God,
No, I absolutely could not refuse those baby blues. Looks like they had a great time!
About leaving the hose on … a couple weekends ago, we left home on Saturday morn & came home Monday afternoon … without me asking, someone (the other adult) decided to have oldest ds water the front planter, then both promptly forgot while they hurredly packed up the remaining bags. The planter was watered all weekend, as was a wide swath of the weeds in our front yard. Thank goodness I asked to have drain holes put in the planter or it would have been a bigger mess. Your girls could have made awesome mudpies with the mud created!!
I like the part about them being focused. I love when my kids play like that.
Such beautiful little girls you have!
That is some rich soil! I wish we had soil like that.
reminds of me of when Matthew asked if he and his friend could use water in the sandbox, which degenerated into flooding the sandbox in order to build a huge sand castle. When all was said and done, I had to spray the sand off my 4 kids as well as the neighbor playing with Matthew. I foolishly thought he wanted to wet down a small part of the sand…
Haha, aw how cute is that?! That is so something I would have done when I was little!
I am admiring your dirt! We have red clay here. RED clay. Stains everything it touches. Concrete, hands, clothing.
We won't even talk about what grows in it.
LOVE your dirt!
How Adorable!! you can show those pictures in a few years at their respective wedding receptions when uncle so and so or big brothers are talking about how great these hens are at cooking 🙂
signed
Theresa in ALberta
oh good for you letting them continue. I am sure every girl learns a few cooking skills by making mud pies.
And the hose came out?
I am also admiring your dirt. Mine is sandy. I love mud pies. Well, I dont' eat them, but used to love making them as a kid. When my kids were little I let them make them too. : )
Oh, come one!! You can't close comments on that last post!!! (OK, you can, I'm sure there's a reason, and I'm wrecking it!)
You found what we all need to find in our busy days as mothers. What a beautiful story, one I will ponder and take with me while I try to find that quiet place.
All I can think about when looking at those pictures
is how CLEAN they are! It's all contained to their hands and feet! How do they do that? If my boys play in the mud its covering their entire limbs and is all around their eyes like a couple of raccoons! Even the sand box is in their hair and the end of their play. Ay!
~Kristen