It's Just So... Dirty

I've come to the realization that I am now designated to be, from here on out, Missy Buzzkill McFunpants Balloo. From now until the end of pretty much all time as far as the boys are concerned, I am basically No Fun.

Matt was home yesterday afternoon and stated his plan to take the boy to the park again. Well, I wanted in on the cuteness, so I asked if I could go along. "Of course you can, Sweetheart! Please!" Really, that is what he said.

When we walked onto the sunny space, Matt grabbed the baby and headed for the sandbox. Gravelly, dusty, grimy sand. "Um, can we go over here in the grass? It's just so... dirty."

He laughed at me, sort of incredulously, until he realized that I was in fact quite serious.

"But... he's wearing his new romper," I said weakly.

"What exactly makes it a romper anyway? Three months ago this was a onsie."

"I don't know. I don't make the rules. Look! The swings are open!" I scooped up Vin and headed over. Plopped him in and AWAY WE GO!! The boy could barely contain himself.

Actually, he couldn't have cared less. "WHEEEE!!! Ahhhhhh - WHEEEE!!!" I coached. This was the biggest smile I got.

"I think you should know that I puked every single time I ever got on a swing in my life." Turning his head towards the sandbox again, "I can't even watch."

Sigh. FINE. Okay. Let's go play in the DIRT. Gaaawwll.

Without so much as a moments hesitation, or to see if I was following he whisked the boy away and I mourned the mountain of laundry I now know will never be conquered. The boy loved it. He was soon tossing fistfuls of sand behind his head and thoroughly coating both of them in a fine layer of grime. As the fistfuls slowed and started to look like he might toss some in his eyes (another concern I had) Matt finally conceded that we could go play in the grass.

We crawled and rolled and I tried to use the fresh, dewy blades to wipe away a bit of dirt.


Next time I promised that they can go without me.