My Son's First Mud Hole

Every mother is going to have a cute little "motherhood first" stories, and I am sure they are all special in their own right. There isn't anything more special then when a momma is proud of her little girl or little boy, however my story makes me proud of my son in the way that he was born to get dirty.

When my husband and I first bought our son home, Gabe was about 1 and a half. He had just mastered walking really well and spring was right around the corner which meant many outside adventures. I was really excited because I would be able to work in my yard and have him roam around the house with me still being able to keep an eye on him.

One warm spring afternoon right after Gabe woke up from him nap I decided to go work in my flower bed right outside our back door. Our flowerbeds were in major need of sprucing up because the developers only laid down pine straw on top of red clay. Now if you have this problem of pine straw in your flower beds you know what mess it can create when rain occurs. Fortunately we had a massive rain storm a few days in advance to the day me and my son decided to go out and work in the yard. At the end of the flower bed was a huge muddy rain puddle with pine straw floating all on top of it. I was bound and determined to get that pine straw raked out of the beds and level the mud so we could lay plastic down and then rocks on top of the plastic so there would be no more muddy puddles in the flowerbeds.

I first placed Gabe on the back porch with some sidewalk chalk and a few dump trucks to keep him entertained while I gathered up all the tools I would need to start my project. I swear it took no more then two minutes after being outside that I turned around from the utility shed to see my son was on his hands and knees giving himself a muddy puddle facial. When he came up from the puddle he had mud all over his little face and pine straw hanging down from it. He was having such a great little time and he looked so cute that I couldn't help but laugh and giggle about what he had done. I continued to let him play in the puddle and let me tell you that he eventually splashed and jumped in it so much that he was completely soaked from head to toe and there was no more puddle to play in after he splashed out all the water.

Before I took him inside to get a much needed bath I had to grab the camera so I could snap a photo of this great scene. To this day I have that photo in a frame on my living room mantel engraved on it "Gabe's First Mud Hole" and we still laugh to this day on how Gabe always finds a way to get dirty.