

I dont know what to say. Except that I thought I'd document a typical day in our household. First I hear the screams and them "Mommy Ethan fell in the dirt" . Im thinking ok- no problem he probably just got a little "dusty". "Tell him to brush it off" I say. "He can't" and then in walks my little man- with a nice "eye patch" of caked on mud. So as I pick him up to take him to the sink for a good washing- I come across the living room-- "oh my" is all I could say.

Apparently while I was checking my emails he had time to not only have a mud facial but make "snow" in the living room out of tissues. If you look closely you will even seen a pair on my underwear and shirt strewn about from my freshly folded laundry. *sigh*