Mud Pies

This week has been GLORIOUS!!!  We have not been inside.  Has anyone?  Today we had Jack and Simon Tanner come over after school to play with us while Darren and Heidi went to the temple.  Brandt and Blythe were so excited to have them here, they could not contain themselves.  They were shrieking, saying ridiculous things, following Simon and Jack around, and whacking them with various objects.  I had to take them both apart and tell them to calm down.

In order to get us out of the house lest it implode, I suggested we go outside and run through the sprinklers.  Things got almost immediately out of control and mud began to fly--literally.  No one seemed particularly interested in running through the sprinkler; everyone wanted to hold the hose and spray everyone else with the sprinkler.  The four of them almost came to blows over who was going to wield the hose.

Then the mud became the central focus.  Brandt had been making mud pies before Jack and Simon came so there was a bucket of very muddy water in the garage.  That got overturned and used in my flower bed which, as yet, remains unplanted.  Soon there was a goopy mess some of which Simon scooped into the bucket and threw at Jack.  It all went south from there.  Mud was thrown and dribbled, smeared and squashed.  When things turned really messy, Brandt distanced himself from Jack and Simon, but Blythe got right in there and the three of them ended up covered in mud from head to toe.  I was certain Heidi would not be pleased to arrive home to mudmen, but she took in all in stride as any experienced mom of four boys will.  It was a muddy mess, but lots, lots, lots of fun.  I bet we do it again.

This was the beginning of the mud slinging.

See that nice white t-shirt?

Heidi took the tag off it this morning.

The mud pit.

It got worse.

Jack wielding the hose.

Stand back!

Simon "resting" in the gutter.

 

Brandt did not want his shirt on, and Blythe did not want anything on.   

Brandt was wet when he was leaning on me.  

He wanted me to warm him up. 

 

This is Blythe dancing all around the driveway.

  

Simon and Jack struggling for control of the hose.

 

Mr. Buckethead

  

  

 Brandt did not really want to get into the action quite like everyone else. 

He stayed well away when the mud slinging began, so he isn't nearly as dirty as the other three.

Which is not to say that he isn't dirty, just not as dirty.

In the background, Brandt is sporting swim goggles he got from our next door neighbor.