His First "Mud" Puddles

Well, as you may have read (or will read) on my mom's blog, we brought all the kids out to see the new baby calves this morning. And my kids were actually really good. They weren't scared, they were gentle, and they listened well, etc. I carried David on the way to the barn, just out of habit, but I thought I'd let him check out the "mud" puddles on the way back to the house. (I assume you know why mud is in quotes - let's just say it was a litte more "organic" than normal everyday mud!)

Anyways, HE LOVED IT! And, he was actually amazing at trudging around in it without falling! He was even wearing his favorite boots - which are quite cute... but not exactly his current size! Nevertheless, he went quite a while without a spill, and then only fell a bit, getting his mittens dirty. Then he had a butt fall... and then a knee fall... but it wasn't until he had ventured into deeper "mud" and goopier "mud" that he finally did the ultimate... FACE PLANT! And that was the end of that! ... at least I thought!

He actually only was sad for a moment, and then when I picked him up he got even more sad, because he wanted to be back in the "good stuff!" So I put him down and led him by his now grimy hand back to the house. And the Lord knows that I had to go to the house via every muddy way possible, because if I tried to take a short cut over snow or grass he would just not have it. HE WANTED MUD!

So... we finally made it to the house... by this time not only he, but I as well, are totally without any portion of clothing that has not been infested with "the stuff"... so we quickly get him stripped down in the garage, get my shoes off and dash him in to the sink for bubbles... not quite as good as "mud"... but quite pleasant!