Who's the dirtiest of them all?

Mr. E of course! Soccer in the mud..what's more fun than that?

I see mud as a sure sign of Spring creeping in on winter. The snow is starting to melt, the ground is starting to thaw and soon the flowers will be starting to poke through the ground. I can't wait!

E was surprisingly embarassed about how dirty he was and intially didn't want me to take a picture of him; I tried to reassure him that he should be proud of his dirt because that means he had fun. I'm hoping I won't regret this statement, but it's true, don't you think? Check out the smile on my little man's face! (in the last picture :)

This post reminds me of my very first blog post.

I'll leave you with this very fitting definition of a boy.

Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it.