Mudbath

Today we went to our regular play group, and on the way home it was nearly hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. The kind of hot that comes at you like a wall when you walk out the house, and within moments your forehead is glistening with sweat. We usually walk to the park, which is perfectly comfortable at 10:00 o'clock in the morning, and the sun is at our backs. However, after the children have played happily in the relative shade of the park for an hour or more, we return to walk home close to noon, with the sun beating down merciless on our poor, defenseless stroller parade. Once we finally reached our apartment complex, the maintenance man had turned on the sprinklers. I, in my indulgent and kind nature, decided that it was a perfect opportunity for my children to run through the sprinklers, achieving the dual purpose of cooling off, and killing time until it was time for a nap. Kadon, however, wasn't interested in running through the ice cold water. In true boy-style, he found the largest mud puddle in the area, and proceeded to bathe himself in it. He was covered in mud, from his toes, in his diaper, and matted in his hair. Needless to say, we had a midday bath today, so as to not track mud throughout my apartment. It's on days like this that I'm grateful to be the mother of boys!! Something about a little boy rolling around in a mud puddle has a way of making you believe that all is right in the world.