The Dirty Mommy Club

Since the inception of this blog, my eldest daughter has no doubt held the spotlight.  That's not to say that I love my other kids any less, it's just that, being the oldest, she has started everything before the others. But, as my son nears his third birthday, he is definitely starting to forge his own material.

After walking Ella to school last Wednesday, we stayed outside and played in the yard.  Currently, our yard is strewn with tonka trucks, sand buckets, and shovels.  Add to this our covered piles of topsoil (didn't quite get that sod laid before the frost), and we have a fortified construction site for little ones.

One of Hunter's favorite things to do is to gather rocks and put them in his dump truck.  He then drives his truck over to another spot, dumps his rocks out, and lines them all up.  Well, last Wednesday I thought it would be fun for me to grab the other dump truck and play along with Hunter at moving all of his rocks.

We had filled and dumped two loads before Hunter determined it was time to line up all of our rocks. To introduce a little learning, I had Hunter count his rocks out onto the ledge.  Then it was my turn.  And then we counted all of our rocks together.  Edge of your seat fun, I tell ya'.

Hunter then decided we should go back for a third load, so off we went to scrounge up some more rocks.  After bringing his rocks back to the ledge to unload and count, it was then my turn.  I picked out my rocks one by one, counting them as I lined them up on the ledge.  Hunter watched as I did this, and upon placing my last rock on the ledge, Hunter swooped them all off the ledge, announcing "Get your rocks off Mommy".

Since Dirty Daddy wasn't home, I decided to eat some left over Valentine's Day chocolate instead.  Chocolate is the next best thing to sex, right?  Or is it the other way around?

Cheers Dirties