Mud cake, anyone?

Well, we had a beautiful day here on Monday, so we headed out to the backyard that morning to enjoy it. Before I knew what was happening, Eliza and Davis were both digging in the dirt, and Eliza asked for a cup of water. Here is the result: "Mud Cake"

They had a ball, and I was able to keep my mess-induced anxiety to a minimum and just let them go at it.

But then Davis put that mud-encrusted finger IN HIS MOUTH, yall. And licked it. I could hurl right now just thinking about it. I never thought I would be scraping mud off of my son's tongue with a towel. But I guess that's what little boys are made of, right? He didn't seem too bothered by it.

When they'd had their fun, I literally hosed them down with their clothes on before I would let them inside. They thought that was fun, too.

But now that we are back to winter weather and sleet today, we'll have a to wait a few more weeks before making any more mud cakes. Thank goodness :)