Country Time

I love living in a place where our kids can romp for hours exploring nature. Sweet Pea is covered in dirt, sticky from pomegranite juice and bathed in sun while J. is herding chickens, playing with trucks in the dirt and leaves, and sword-fighting oak trees and imagary bad-guys. They literaly can play together for hours outside. No park necessary. I love it! I also love how I can see our property growing with their ages. When they are older, they will surely venture up the hillside, make a fort in the oak at the top of the property, hike up the hill and have their own adventures in the brush with the wildlife around.

The other day the cutest thing happened that I have to document. It started off as finger painting. Then the paint got everywhere, all over. Then everyone's clothes came off as they tried to "clean up" and they ended up romping in the yard and on the hill, playing in the hammock, naked as the day they were born. 

Finally, mamma decided it was time to wash off. Not wanting paint all over the house, I decided to fill up a five gallon bucket with hot water from our outdoor shower (best-thing-ever, by the way). 

Little Miss K was first. 

I put her in and she said;

K- "Mommy...it's hot!"

Me-"ok K, Ill put some cold water in and cool it off..."

K thought a second, felt the water and then stopped me.

K-"No, mommy, it's not hot. I like it! Not hot. Not hot."

Me- "Ok, are you sure? It is kinda hot..."

K-" I like it!" 

Before I knew it, she had sunk down to her chin in her baby-hot-tub and she sat there for at least 20 minutes, closing her eyes and soaking in hot water bliss. Clearly, just like her mamma. When I finally pulled her out to make room for the next kid, she held on, kicking and screaming because she wanted to keep soaking. 

Girl after my own heart ; )