This is what happens when I trust the kids to play in the backyard unattended. Yes, they can't open the gate and so I know they're not wandering the neighborhood, but. Note the mud in Clara's hair.
And painted on the fence. And smeared all over Nathan's shirt. Bless them, they had such a good time making mud in our fire bowl. But the showers afterward bordered on child abuse (so Clara thought).
And, hey yo. This here is a sleeping baby. Can you sleep with your arm up in the air like that? Thought not.
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