Okay, remember how my last post about Bella was in a way a reminder to let her be a kid, get dirty, and have fun? Well, now I'm wondering to what extent. She was happily playing outside in the backyard just now, and of course I check on the big kids when they're out every couple of minutes. Last I checked she was on the swing. Great! Phone rings, I'm chatting, and a few minutes later Bella comes in with wet hair. No wet clothes or body parts, just complete wet and dripping hair. {Hmm, okay...} She's so proud of messing herself up like always, so I kind of let it slide until I got off the phone. 
Bella loves being dirty. Paint, mud, mulch, cookie dough... You name it, she likes to spread as much as possible all over herself. She was playing in the sprinkler the other day and this is what it turned into... Finding a nice low spot in the mulch and creating a mud hole to wallow in made.her.day. Even though it takes an extra good bath to shine her up again, I try to remember that these are the things that she'll remember. Still talking about "...remember when, Mommy..." moments of being covered from head-to-toe in mud from afternoons that happened two years ago confirm this. So, note to self... Let them be little. Let them be dirty. 
{Happy Anniversary again, Mom & Dad. 40 Years!}
His bright blue eyes.
His blond, blond hair with a few tiny curls in the back.
His furrowed brow and sucked-in lip when he's being serious.
His dimpled-cheek and fang teeth when not.
His chub.
So much for that yummy Amish-made pie we got from the market yesterday. *sigh*
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