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Digging to China. This has got to be the ultimate goal for every child that picks up a shovel. Ignorant of any rules or messes being made, they just keep shoveling away. I'm not too keen on mud. And yesterday there was a solid trail of it running from my back yard, across the deck, through the kitchen, and into the living room. I was cleaning the bedrooms, and folding laundry and was not aware of this trail being made until it was too late. Needless to say I was not happy. But I kept my cool and told him to go outside and take his boots off. Then Jen gets home and wants to play outside with Aid. I tell them to clean up the mess, no more digging, and put the shovels in the garage. Aid starts sweeping up the loose mud, and Jen grabs a wet sponge and dish towel to wipe up the mud. I standing there knowing that that is not how I would have done it. I wanted to stop them and shoo them outside, but then I realized, "Hey, it's getting clean right? And you aren't having to do it, right?" So I went back to my tasks, and they finished up. (They actually did a really good job too.)

So this morning Jen's looking for her shoes. Can't find them anywhere, and has to wear her old ones. She's not happy about it because they're lace ups. She's also having an issue with her jeans. (I don't think she likes jeans), and wants to change. I tell her she took too long getting dressed because she was sitting on the heat register (kinda like how we used to stand right in front of the woodstove in the mornings), and doesn't have the extra time now. She still hasn't brushed her hair, or teeth, and she doesn't have her shoes on, so I tell forget it. I have to get milk, so I will just take her to school. I get the other two dressed, but can't find Aid's shoes. Then I remember they're in daddy's truck. So I go looking for replacements. I have at least 3 pairs of Aid's shoes in the shoe basket, all too small. His boots are caked in mud from digging to China yesterday. Then I remember that my friend had given me snow boots her kids outgrew. I open the back door to go to the garage and get them, and not only are Aid's boots out there caked in mud, so are Jen's new shoes. Nice.

Next time, I'm just hosing them all down before they come in.

posted by doingwhatilove @ 9:04 AM