The sky was clear, the sun shone bright, and the out of doors was calling. Hannah decided we ought to put boots on the little guys and take them out for a walk. It was a good idea. We didn't need jackets today, in fact we removed a sweatshirt from one little tyke and slipped their feet into those boots. They were as eager as we to get out in the sunshine and have a little fun.
We sloshed through the back yard and up to the orchard road in search of good tromping puddles. We hadn't gone far when one small boy was tripped up by an apple tree branch and tossed face first in a puddle. Since he wasn't crying, we documented the moment... and moved on.
Wet and muddy clothes did not stop us and they didn't slow these two either. There were more puddles to plow through. Onward we marched! Even Hannah joined in the puddle fun. (Remember the feeling of mud squishing up between your toes? I do!) This puddle had the kind of mud that pulls boots off little feet... oops. Somebody had a very wet and muddy sock.
We trudged on wearing badges of honor on skin and clothing. Well, some of us did anyway... I somehow managed to stay relatively clean. Even my feet were dry and I wasn't wearing any mud boots.
By the time we arrived back at the house, two small boys needed a bath and some clean clothes. It was a wonderful orchard mudwalk! I bet they can't wait to go again.
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