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treasures, surprises: the makings of a childhood
It’s been too rainy to be outside most days this week. So when the sun finally came shining through, the kids did not find it a difficult task to convince me to let them play outside. Despite the fact that we all knew (although none of us spoke of it) that outside play would probably end in mud and mess and varying degrees of wet and/or ruined shoes and clothes. And it was a messy adventure. And a Keen shoe is M.I.A. And the path in front of our house is covered in crumpled wet clothes that were required to be shed pre-entry into our home. And the area beside…
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Do you think when e.e. cummings penned the word mudluscious he was thinking about something a little like this? Could there be a day more puddle-wonderful Mr. Cummings?
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Mudlicious
Funny story. It had been raining all day and the sun didn’t come out until after dinner. With both mom and kids anxious for some time spent outdoors, I went against my better judgement and answered in the affirmative when four small faces requested permission to play outside. Yes, four. I even let the little Willow join her siblings for some big time play time. What with all the torrential downpours all day, it wasn’t exactly their fault that the most exciting adventures awaiting outside were discovered at the bottom of a mud puddle. I mean, they are children after all. I let the play go on as long as…
