The horribly oppressive heat here in the Sunshine State has lately been replaced with slightly less oppressive, less humid weather.
This is a good thing.
Jay and I decided to celebrate our new found ability to breathe by taking the kids to one of the parks in the area, and let them play on the playground... outside. Something we very rarely attempted to do before then, since the heat index never left the 100s.
The playground was very nice.
It had SWINGS...
It had 3 SLIDES...
It had a ROCK CLIMBING WALL...
It had a CLUBHOUSE high in a TOWER...
I was a nice playground. With nice playground equipment.
So what did my children do?
They swung on the swings, slid down the slides, climbed the wall, and looked down from the clubhouse high in a tower.
But were they satisfied?
Then, what did they have the most fun doing?
Digging in the DIRT. Not just any dirt. Oh no, of course not. It had to be the dirtiest dirt. The kind that is found around barbecue grills that is a pleasant mixture of sand, dirt, and ash.
Jay and I just sat there and watched. We couldn't spoil it for them. They were having entirely too much fun!
But this is the end result...
This picture does not even do it justice. She was the filthiest little ragamuffin I'd ever seen! The other kids got messy, too. But they limited it to their hands, legs and feet.
Little H apparently thought she needed to bathe in the fun dirt! And that was proven after I got her out of the bath later that night when we got home. The water was pitch black. So gross!
And even worse... she was sneezing out dirty little black boogies for a couple of days after that!
How fun! :o)