So, after working a full day, I come home anticipating the start of a full weekend with just me and the little kiddos - that is four of them - Scottie, Mikey, Noah, and Grace. My mind is full of ideas of fun things that we could do amongst the grocery shopping, baseball games, and naps that must be done. I have a smile on my face and can't wait to spend some time with my babies.
Scott and Molly leave for the youth retreat, and the rest of us are left playing outside, having a great time.
But we all know that things never go that smoothly in this house. Fairy tales are made up of families that can play nicely outside and watch the sunset while hugging each other and proclaiming their love for their siblings.
This house? Yes, we read fairy tales, but do not live one.
Scottie and Mikey are throwing baseballs at each other, that is until Mikey makes a money shot and I am left concerned that there will be no Larry Scott Harrison IV. While I am talking to my high-pitched, rolling on the ground in a fetal position son, I happen to take my eyes off of the two littlest ones who were playing with a tennis racquet, a bucket, and a ball.
I get Scottie on his feet and turn around. There is Noah, tennis racquet in hand, covered in mud - face, hands, body, feet, all of it covered in mud. And don't forget Gracie...cause Noah doesn't forget to include her in his fun - yep, she's covered in mud too. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes that I turned my back. How is it possible that these two could have found water, made mud, and covered themselves all in the matter of minutes?
Did I mention that my Noah was buck-naked? Yep, he covered that in mud too. But he was ever so happy to run around the yard, proudly shaking his thing, enjoying the feel of mud on his skin and the warm sunshine that was baking it all in. I would have taken a picture, but it would have been illegal for me to post it. BUT if you were one of the lucky ones, who happen to be driving down our busy road and HONKED at my exemplary parenting skills, I thank you...because that just makes him turn his God-given body towards the road and wave at you in all his glory.
Oh, the weekend has only started. I can't wait to see what else will happen.
Since I couldn't post a picture of Noah taking his mud bath, I'll post one of my favorite ones of him at the beach this past summer. This kid just makes me smile.
By the way, Gracie did keep her clothes on...our modesty lessons seem to be paying off.
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