Clean-up Time

My children had a very messy weekend.

Saturday lunch was spaghetti, which I should really know better than to serve to my little animals. Mim approaches spaghetti (and everything else, really) like a lion in the pridelands with a feisty antelope. It's frightening. After that lunch Daddy just plopped then in the sink. We don't usually do that, so they thought it was about the coolest game ever.

Saturday afternoon, after several hours of playing out at Grandma's farm, in the sandbox and probably the garden, we went on a walk to the creek and they picked fresh mulberries with Daddy. Then, yesterday at Great-Grandma's farm, they picked (and demolished I hope I need not add) many more mulberries and some sour cherries from her trees. Their feet looked like they had been mashing grapes in some toddler winery. (Someone was kind to mommy and took their shoes off when they started turning purple.)

Then to cousin J's house in the evening, where we had a cookout and they jumped on the trampoline, dug in the sandbox, fought over toys and carried gravel from the drive to the Big Wheels John Deere (a toy). When they got home they were covered in dust, juice, ash, dirt and goodness only knows what else. Most importantly they came home exhausted. Is there anything sweeter in the world than healthy, happy, tired toddlers? Not in my experience.