Thursday, March 25, 2010
This is our favorite place on our property to hang out. I've become a bit of a hermit and don't get down here anywhere close to as often as I should. But the boys have spent countless hours here throwing rocks. The creek runs year-round and, the unlike the river that runs through our property, the creek is shallow enough that they can play there and cross from one side to the other during the winter months.
Evidence that he plays hard. Look at those gloriously nasty fingernails!
When Caelan was a little bit younger than this, he played on a baseball team with another little boy whose mother threw an absolute fit if he got dirty. He wasn't allowed to play in the dirt. Ever. He was even supposed to come home from playing baseball without any dirt on him. How sad to set such unrealistic, and unnatural, rules for a boy. Dirt washes off. But what doesn't wash off? Memories of an awesome childhood when you let them play and explore. Another thing that doesn't wash off? The memories of the smile on their face when you tuck them in at night and they tell you how much fun their day was!