Today, was a perfect day! About 70 and perfectly sunny. It had just rained yesterday and the day before, so we were itching to get out of the house and enjoy some sunshine. I took the babes up to the park to meet up with my moms group. I even made a Craigslist sale while up there (my new obsession; can’t believe people want to buy my old junk, but they do!) So, I am just really enjoying myself and the babies. Chit-chatting with the other moms about our next book in our book club, while watching my sweet little boy play in the sand box with the other kids as I am holding Violet. As I am chatting it up with the moms, I am just feeling this overwhelming sense of happiness. I am finally getting into a groove here. I feel at ease. Grant is not off running away from me. Violet is being super cute. We are having wonderful conversation. I am really embracing being a mommy!

That is, until Grant sees a boy walking a dog by a baseball field far away from our little playground/sandbox area. The boy loves dogs. So, he is up and running. I watch him for a second to see if he is just going to turn around and come back. But, he isn’t. He is determined. I call his name. Nothing. I call him again. Nothing. I might as well be shouting to the wind. He is thinking this is hilarious. I hear him giggle as he is doing his fast clumsy walk with his arms in the air. He is running around the baseball field now. And just having the time of his life. He really thinks he is cute. I really think I want to come unglued, but really keeping it together since I am in a public place with lots of other people around. Don’t need social services coming to my door. So, just as he is having the time of his life running around this baseball field, while I am chasing him holding Violet still. He falls straight into a muddy mud pit! I didn’t know how to get him. I was holding Violet already. I couldn’t put her down anywhere, and I was far away from the other moms for anyone to hold her for me. I kept telling him to get up. And he was so confused. I didn’t want to get muddy myself, but a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do. So, I just stood there awhile and took lots of pictures and a video. I finally went around and pulled him out. It’s all fun and games until you fall in the mud. The other moms were all laughing at us as I was stripping him down on the bench. It was pretty funny. He was definitely a sight.

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