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 September 23, 2003
the joy of ditches
Tuesdays are fun. I get to spend the whole day with my son. We snuggled in bed, drew lots of pictures of very big boats, picked plums(with me holding Sam up by his legs so he could get the ones that were too high even for tall mama to reach), and played with the IloveSam webpage that Daniel invented-Sam loves it, he gets to write stuff and pick the fonts, colors and sizes of the letters and backgrounds and such. But the best thing of all was our sunny afternoon in the ditch down the street. It's a fairly deep ditch and the culvert under the road lets a goodsize stream flow out into it. There's a nice deep area with a good bed of gravel, dirt and rocks... Perfect for a little boy to romp in. I lay in the grass-at a good distance to keep the enthusiastic sploshing off my paper-and drew hands for my 'ssage business card. After tossing as many big rocks in as he could(with shrieking giggles as punctuation for the splashes) he settled down to the grand engineering project of building a dam. A few passersby smiled, though one very well-coifed lady with a baby in a stroller and a small boy trailing after looked somewhat aghast and disapproving at me and my small, very dirty, wet heathen child scooping up armfuls of grubby gravel in the ditch. I smiled nonchalantly at the clean little family and waved at the boy as he walked by with his eyes avidly drinking in the sight of Sam and his dam. Quite a pond was forming above the dam and as it kept finding ways to trickle over and flow downstream, Sam got all excited and busted right through the middle! It was glorious. An enormous(well, at least to a kidlet)whoosh of water rushed out and momentarily flooded the stream. A(very cute)teenage boy passing by with a guitar slung over his arm caught the finale and with a laugh and a grin, tripped over a rock. It was a priceless moment. Now, the kidlets are freshly bathed, nailtrimmed and toothbrushed and it's time for me to put them to bed. Goodnight. 
Sayeth rzan at
09:10 PM
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When it rains Ben and I go and visit this huge puddle that always forms near our house...I sometimes get the disapproving glances from those moms too! Ben loves it, so I don't care what anyone else thinks.
on September 24, 2003 01:32 PM
Yeah, there are few things as gloriously joyful as a mudpuddle-'specially to a little boy!
Those moms, while admirably hygienic, don't know what they're missing if they've never taken the time to just let their kids revel in the joys of natures best toys-water, dirt, rocks and mud.
There's always a few passersby with a gleam in their eye too, I think a lot of people would jump right in with him if they had half a chance and they weren't so...adult.
hee.
on September 24, 2003 02:53 PM
thanks rzan. now i have to spend the day wising i was at home playing with ben. great story!
on September 25, 2003 05:02 AM
Aww... Ben's a lucky boy, to have parents who love to play with him so much.
on September 25, 2003 11:25 AM
I used to build ice dams, and ice water lakes and oceans, when the water started melting in the ditches and gutters when I was a wee kiddie. Funnest times of my existance in winter, I tell ya. Poo on those snooty clean-dry people!
on September 25, 2003 04:07 PM
I forgot to add that the last time we went puddle jumping an older woman warned me that Ben could get ring-worm from them...I just nodded and smiled!
on September 29, 2003 11:29 AM
Yup, an I hear there's ticks in the forest, bees in the flowers, needles in the playground and duck parasites in the lake.
It's really safest to keep our kids in the house.
But, you see, it's rainy today and Sam wore his brand new shiny yellow boots to school. I'm afraid those lovely (germ infested) mudpuddles are far too tempting to resist.
There's gonna be some first-class puddle-jumpin' today!
Yeeeehaw!!
on September 29, 2003 12:56 PM
My pup seemed to catch something every time we went playing in the woods or water during her first year of life. I asked the vet if I should limit her outings and he said nah, we can cure everything she picks up and I know you two are having yay fun. Really he didn't say yay fun but he would have if he knew Roseanne.
on September 30, 2003 01:46 PM
Sam coined 'yay'. it was how he used to say real, but we like it so much we use 'yay fun' all the time, just for fun.
Now my favorite Samism is 'real?' He says it instead of 'really?' Like, "Hey Sam, we're going for icecream!" "Real?"
He uses it alot 'cause the adults around here tell some pretty tall tales.
on September 30, 2003 04:55 PM