Dirty Children

If someone could have warned me that being a mom of all boys that I would need a heavy duty super washing machine, well. . . . I still might not have believed them. Not MY boys! Not coming from the germ-phobic, teacher-wise, icky-rebellent and repulsed mother that they have!!!! :) Surely nurture can beat nature here, right! I mean, if I teach them the perils of playing in icky sand or the non-cost effective means of creating oodles of laundry for a day .. . I mean, right. . . boys can reason logically, right????? Yeh, in the end, they're still boys.

Happy boys. . . .

Dirty boys. . . . . . (this would be a sidewalk chalk stained shirt)

Very happy boys. . . . .




We're packing tonight to get going tomorrow immediately when we get home to head out to western KS for the weekend. Its a good four hour drive from here but about 5 with the stops that I need to make- one to see an old friend from high school and another to eat at my most favoritest place in the whole wide world- Taco Grande! I'll try to schedule some posts or blog from my phone as we will be spending time with family remembering, and reflecting on the wonderful person that we called Grandad!