Yesterday was our first full day with all the children- and boy was it a day of contrasts!
Our day began with sweet little girls all decked out out in their Easter dresses complete with gloves and hair ribbons. (The gloves lasted all of 10 minutes!)
It included a trip to church, palm branches and goody bags full of Cheerios, pretzels and mini-marshmallows.
The girls really got into waving those palm branches! And even though they whacked us in the face several times – and whacked their brother’s heads in the row in front of us, I’ll still call the morning a resounding success.
The afternoon, however, was a different story.
It wasn’t the girls though – they had a wonderful time! They were finally able to go outside.
They discovered that their pretty pink boots made big splashes in the mud puddles; they fed the chickens, gathered the eggs and walked the length and depth of the yard.
Oh the happiness!
No, the girls had a very lovely adventure. It was the big boys who had a misadventure – a very muddy misadventure!
Remember my overconfident declaration – “I’m not worried about the boys, we’ll feed them when they’re hungry and make sure they wear clean underwear when they go home”?
Yeah – we might be rethinking that one.
Right after lunch they headed out to explore the ravines. I just told them to stay away from water, stick together and stay off the road.
They stuck together all right.
I’m not sure of the details, but the story goes that they were down in the ravines exploring when James stepped into the “Mud Pit of Death”. It instantly sucked him in up to the top of his boots. Of course the older cousins had to “rescue” him.
In the heroic attempts to “save” their cousin – all of the older cousins got into the “Mud Pit of Death” with him – which instantly started sucking the boots and shoes right off their feet.
Yes – just like a giant vacuum cleaner. What a sacrifice!
The final causality count was three boots, three shoes, and an untold number of socks.
Aunt Julie and I were shocked with the muddy, shoeless group who drifted back to the house.
But don’t worry – we aunts got our revenge! There was no way those mud- encrusted jeans were setting foot in my house – so the boys had to drop their drawers outside the basement, wrap a towel around their skivvies and sheepishly walk upstairs to the showers – carefully navigating all the safety gates we have in place.
It was priceless!
Then this morning they had to go outside in their pj’s and spray off those jeans to remove the biggest chunks of mud before I could wash them. (They loved this part!)
We’ll be off to the Amish store in a few minutes to replace some of the boots, Aunt Melinda found shoes in the shoe bucket to replace some of the ones buried in the ravine, and the jeans did come clean in the wash.
So, while the outward evidence of the misadventure are gone – the memory made will last forever!
And that’s what this week is all about.
This winter has been a dozy already!