Hard at "work" with a bunch of friends that were over.

Don't go walking across my garden in the dark...you just might lose a leg...down a big hole. And there were two of these deep holes. I really got to get my kids to put their energy into something else. It takes a lot of energy to dig deep holes like that. Like, maybe washing my windows.

Both of them are school shoes...of course.

My mud hole of a patio.

I don't expect any grass to grow...any time....soon....and it only got worse.

the muddy shoes... hey those are my shoes, who wore them out here and left them. grrrr

ummm...Mrs. A, where should I wash my hands?

I really like these pictures. Just simple creative, muddy play. I think this was right up there with Disney Land for these boys. I don't think they would have the patience to wait in line for hours, and here there is something to do all the time.

Timothy said the water ran for hours. (doesn't always have a real concept of time)When they play nicely outside I tend not to notice things, like the water running.

That box is our old compost bin that is now a trap, to catch girls of course. Inside of the box is another big hole...boys!! They didn't tell me what they were going to do with the girls once they got them in the hole.

See the waterfall, complete with rocks. How cool is that?

I really enjoyed seeing Timothy have so much fun, and seeing what they could come up with, but Gerard was right when he said "Tomorrow you are not going to like the mud anymore. And he was right (I wish I could put he was right to part in really, really small letters) as the next day I was DONE, with all of it, and so was Gerard, he said all we needed was some beater, broken down cars in our back yard and that would complete the "look" we were going for. With the shanty town, mud everywhere, and two weeks of spring break toys all over the place, it was clean-up time. So we got a load of fresh, wet, stinky, fly-buzzing manure to fill in the garden, ( our neighbors LOVE us) and Gerard sunk up to calves a couple times as he misjudged where the trenches were, he was so not impressed, at pulling his leg out of the stinky stuff or at me laughing. Sometimes I just can't help but laugh.

Good thing I took lots of pictures so Timothy can remember what a nice mom he has, as Gerard said never again.