Here We Go Again
With the recent string of warm, spring-like days around here, we've been spending most of the day outdoors. It seriously makes me want to break into song and dance. The balmy temperatures have a similar effect on the kids, and my yard has been ringing with the sounds of my children warbling at the top of their lungs.
Be so glad that you aren't my neighbors. Be very, very glad.
One whiff of spring breeze, and a few hours of sunlight are all that is needed to transform my children into nudito banditos once more. That, and they can't stop playing with the outside faucets, which results in mud puddles, since our lawn is actually a dirt field with scattered clumps of weeds. With the creation of mud, they become nekkid pigs in a wallow, and there is honest-to-God snorting and oinking and stuff going on. Every time I take my eyes off of them, one of them is standing on top of the jungle gym, fifteen feet in the air, sing-ing-ing-ing about love, and freedom, and spring, and chocolate, all while naked as a peeled egg. Or coated in mud. Yeah.
So all day long, I'm like this:
"Turn off the water. Turn off the water. Turn off THE WATER."
"Where are your clothes? Find your clothes. Put on your pants! Where are your pants?"
"The water needs to be off. Get out of the mud!"
"Get down from there. Shush! Get down. Get down here and put some pants back on."
"Turn the water off! Where are your clothes? You need pants on!"
"Yes, you are singing nice, but the whole neighborhood doesn't want to look at your muddy butt while you sing."
"Water Off. NOW."
"Where are your PANTS?"
Ah, spring. It is truly here. And with summer right around the corner, I'm stocking up on pina colada mix now.