And good thing we use rain barrels (to make up for all the water we use hosing down dirty kids)
It's spring in Texas and that means gardening. Gardening with a toddler, well, that means dirt. And laundry. and more dirt. I honestly can't complain though, I am glad my kids aren't afraid to get a little dirty. Or a lot.
Wednesday Follow-up:
Today I was clearing out another garden bed, and I dumped a bunch of the dirt into a big pile. Lenaïc thought he discovered Heaven and immediately DOVE in. Big Time. Seriously. You have never seen a kid so happy. I laughed, and went back to raking the garden bed. Then I saw them. Ants. FIRE ANTS. LOADS OF THEM. Inititally my thought was about how to deal with them in the garden (I've already got them in one of my compost bins). And then "Holy Crap! If they're here, they're in the dirt Lenaïc is now half-buried in."
I rushed over to pull him away, screaming. Not because he had ant bites, because he was mad to be denied his dirt heaven. I moved a bunch of dirt looking for ants. Didn't see any at first, almost let him keep playing, thinking I must have just skimmed the top. Then I saw them. Tons of them. So I had to distract a screaming Lenaïc fighting to get back to his dirt pile. We opted instead to wash the new (to us) trampoline. bouncing on that made him forget the dirt. More on the trampoline later.