Dirt with a Little J On It

It is J's lucky day week! They dug up a ditch around our building. So, not only does he get to watch a back hoe at work, he also gets to play in the dirt. And boy does he get in it. He has been watching tractors now for months as they have been doing a major overhaul of the pipes under the roads in our neighborhood. He loves the tractors! So he gets his cars and tractors and monster trucks to play in the dirt whenever he can. Even if our sole purpose in being outside is to get in the car, he has to stop and play in the dirt. (That part is extremely annoying). He begged all morning to go play outside, so finally this afternoon we were able to grant his wish. And he stayed out there as long as we could let him. 

 Here's a short story about J and the dirt:  once upon a time he needed to rub his eye (can't imagine why) which he tried- but ended up making it worse because his hand was covered in DIRT. Mom warned him to not use his dirt-covered hot little hand, but to find something else-like his shirt. J decided to use the first thing he could find: mom's flip flop. The End.

I do realize that by posting eight pics and a lengthy discussion about a dirty kid that I am exposing myself as a crazed mother. But what can I say? I am in love with this particular dirty kid!

Although the pics don't quite do it justice, the end result was just that: dirt with a little J on it.