Mud Puddle Pile Up!

Some of our favorite people came to visit us today! The children played outside most of the day and were catching lightening bugs this evening. Then their parade was rained on, literally, or was it?





Fun splashing in the rain!

But the rain turned into so much more! Look at this face (and shirt!)...


and these and oh my that buttom! Never thought the rain fun would lead to mud fun!



But I guess this free-God given version of a slip-n-slide will do it! They had a blast! Fortunately for our friends who traveled to see us, we had bought them new PJs for their birthdays!


I am doing laundry now, have any hints on how to get those clothes clean? If not, looks like another donation to a local mechanic!





Comments

Brenda said…
Looks like fun! One of my favorite memories of my childhood is playing with the neighbor with our Big Wheels in the mudpuddles! We still laugh about that. Good Memories for your kids!
July 31, 2009 at 5:45 AM
"Are These Kids All Yours?" said…
So FUN!!!! We had to do that one year for camp here because it literally rained for 3 weeks straight! So slip and slide in the mud it was- they begged and totally loved it. Still today we have campers say- remember that year we did muddy slide and mud kickball?
July 31, 2009 at 7:13 AM
Melisa said…
Most families hope for good weather when they go on vacation, but our chidren hope for rain when we go camping because they know we will go "muddin'"! Fun times!
August 1, 2009 at 9:23 AM
Teresa @ Grammy Girlfriend said…
It is a rainy day here in La and I have enjoyed some blog reading....So glad I stopped by yours. I enjoyed my visit. http://teresa-grammygirlfriend.blogspot.com/
August 1, 2009 at 4:50 PM
JottinMama said…
What a fun Mom you are!!!!

Thanks for your comment yesterday! We are so enjoying our newest addition! Before I know it - she will be splashing around in the rain, getting all muddy herself!

Have a wonderful week!

-Kate :)
August 2, 2009 at 8:01 AM
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