At the first game, people commented on how cute my kids were. Many people. "You have two REALLY cute kids!"
Can you SEE why they commented?
At the second game people commented on how they needed a bath. They'd say things like, "Ooooh. Looks like SOMEBODY needs a tubby tonight!"
Because my daughter thinks she's pigpen.
It's like she had delirious "dirt-love".
This is what happens when you skip the second NAP, people!!!
Here she is making "dirt angels" (Ok, click on this. You've got to see this closer. She's SINGING in the dirt)
Here she is head standing in the dirt.
I don't have pictures of when she was laying down and lifting it with her hands and dropping it all over herself in dusty steady streaming happy piles. (I tried to pick her up before it got into her eyes).
Here she is sitting happily (with a poopy diaper I later found out) complete with an ice cream face and chocolate donut crumbs ALL over her... and then she'd want to sit on me. I was wearing black.
What a mess.
My beautiful, happy, mess!
Now... let me explain because I realize the pictures don't exactly do it justice and she actually doesn't look QUITE as dirty in these photos as she in fact was. This is softball field dirt. Dirt with bugs crawling in it. (I know this because Ava excitedly exclaimed "duds!!!") Dirt with sunflower seed shells spit all in it from parent bystanders sitting on the bleachers. SPITTY SUNFLOWER SEEDS and DUDS!!!
But MY daughter was over-joyed. OVER-JOYED! LIKE she'd never seen dirt before in her life!!! Laying like she was on some sort of dirty high (makes me wonder what else was in it) similar to a cat rolled in catnip, in that soft and happy dirt and pouring it ALL over herself over and over again. She was the happiest little dirty kid I'd ever seen without ONE care for who was watching her or what she looked like. She had no shame.
It was almost admirable.
"Hey kid. You've got a little something on your face there."
But my oh my, the worst revelation of it all???
She's exactly like her mother. *sigh* Gotta love her.