Well, I've officially been initiated into the "Moms-of-boys" club. Today we were, of course, outside, enjoying the unbelievably gorgeous weather. Our playgroup took the long walk around our neighborhood and then stopped at the playground. This is really an exciting time for me since its the first time Bennett's been able to be outside, exploring, and being the independent boy he is. Last summer he couldn't walk so every time we were outside, I was very close by, making sure he didn't swallow every last rock, pinecone and bug (notice I said, swallow, as all of those items went into his mouth constantly). So at the playground, Bennett, of course is wandering everywhere, touching the pine trees, picking up sticks, etc., etc. All of a sudden I turn to look at him and he's standing under a tree ankle deep in a mud puddle. I couldn't believe it. And of course I wasn't prepared with any sort of wipe or kleenex so we scraped the inch-thick mud off as best we could and off he went, to explore some more. It was pretty hilarious but man, oh man, I know that's the first of many muddy days! I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to not wanting to get messy and dirty so I had to just completely let go and realize this is the way he's made and I better get used to it fast!