Down and dirty

I picked Moose up from daycare the other day, and he was running around like a striped haint (my mom always says that.) I caught him as he and his new BFFs A and H were running by, and I was shocked at the amount of DIRT on him.

We went over to sign him out, and the teacher apologized and said they Moose and A and H had "gotten into the mud a bit". We laughed, and we headed home.

I washed his face before we settled into our usual evening routine, and sent him on his way.

Later that evening, I took his sweet baby foot and kissed it, then shuddered in horror. What happened to my sweet baby foot? In place of it was this big stinky big boy foot.

Yuck.

Later, I was giving him his bath, and I picked him up, wrapped him in his Monkey Towel, and he turned around and said, "Bye bye dirt!" Then scampered off towards his bedroom with me following in his wake.

I went to the bathroom shortly after Cory and I tucked him into bed, and I couldn't believe it! A DIRT RING in my tub. All the way around the bottom of the tub!

Hilarious.

I talked to Moose this morning during breakfast, about staying out of the dirt, and Cory laughed and told me this was only the beginning. The dirt was going to get MUCH WORSE. I laughed and said, "surely not..."