Boys will be boys!...

So, we went to the lake this weekend. We love the lake. Mitch, Jett and I were on the beach just after lunch on Thursday, soaking up the rays of a be-a-u-tiful day. Jett bolted straight for the water and we all enjoyed the afternoon.

Friday- not such a beautiful sunny day. Actually, it rained for most of the day. We did squeeze in a bike ride, a play in the park, and then when Uncle Brady and Aunty Carrie arrived, a yummy bush pie supper. The rain left some pretty huge puddles behind.

Saturday, was partly cloudy all day, but there was some sun to enjoy, too. We did enjoy some beach time and some of us even have some rosy colouring to show for it. Jetty's favourite part of the day, however, was the time he was given the go-ahead to splash in muddy puddles to his little heart's content.

Daddy and Uncle were enjoying afternoon naps, so Mommy and Aunty took Jett to the park. There had been several puddles around the playground, but some little boys had dug trenches to drain most of the puddle water into a hole they dug under the swing set: one deeper, larger puddle. I didn't notice the puddle that Jett wandered in to the first time, because my intention had not been to let my son get so filthy stinking dirty. But... when I saw his cute little toosh caked in mud and I heard the squishing sound already coming from his sneakers, I thought, "what the hey, let the boy live a little!" And live a little, he did! Jett LOVED the mud puddles!

Of course we commemorate the moment with a video :)

You could tell that Jett loved the squishy feeling at the bottom of the puddle. He kept dragging his hands through it then lifting his hands and squishing it out of his fingers.

Aunty Carrie encouraged Jett's muddy exploration and savoured the moment with him. SHE managed to keep her clothes clean, though.

When it was time to return to our trailer, Jett expanded his horizons to the many other puddles along the way. He actually had to stop and splash in EVERY puddle we walked near.

Carrying a very dirty little boy to speed up the journey, was a hilarious endeavour. Oh, how I love this boy!

Now time for the clean-up crew... We stripped him down outside and rubbed him down with a towel. He had, of course, filled his pants along the way, causing the task to be handled with greater precision. We found sand in several crevices where it should not be residing, but our mission was ultimately successful. He was cleaned, dried, changed and put into a new sleeper for the drive home.

I may not win the "Mother of the Year" award for allowing my 14 month old to engage in such reckless behaviour, but see below. He is fine.  Yay for puddle jumping!