literally. those were the first words out of my mouth. clint was cheering like he had made a touchdown. with his arms up in the air. and that's what i was doing. complaining about the dirt.
who knew how right i would be?
pratt played with scout in the backyard today. for about 30 minutes. it was cold. and dirty. and he LOVED every minute of it. at some point, scout knocked him down. no worries. she is the sweetest dog. and was loving on him, licking on him. and he fell. he thought it was great. he rolled around and she thought it was great. like he was a dog. and maybe...just maybe...for a few seconds he thought so too.
that would explain this...
dirt and mud galore. and i wouldn't have it any.other.way.
he's perfect. dirty. and perfect.
i took all his clothes off at the backdoor. his pajama pants are caked with dirt at the bottom. and his boots. oh, man. i don't even know what i'm gonna do about his boots. i can hear clint right now, "you don't do anything with them, hannah. they are boots."
can you imagine the dirt that is gonna happen with two boys!? oh man.
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