An hour at football

JJ had receiver camp this week for an hour and half every afternoon while Jessi and Bethany were at dance camp. Today I got tired of the whole throw the three little ones in their car seats for five minutes to drop him off and decided that we would just hang out there the last hour today.

It was actually great weather - a little warm but not bad so for the first 45 minutes the three of them just found discarded footballs and threw them around. Which was all good other than the moments that Timothy clearly demonstrated he has been watching how to tackle so when Nathan would pick up the football he would get plowed over by Timothy.

In the midst of this Timothy suddenly spotted JJ - who was participating in a drill. Timothy started yelling "JJ" "JJ". I told him "Timothy, shhh, JJ is busy!" To which Timothy turned to me and announced very loudly, "I talking to JJ!" turned back around and started yelling "JJ", "JJ" - "Timothy - JJ is busy - be quiet!", "Mom - I talking to JJ" It was pretty funny!

The last fifteen minutes we moved over to another part of the track that runs around the field - suddenly all three of their eyes lit up as they spotted the puddle. I saw it and thought - perfect they will run through that and splash a bit - perfect to keep them in one place and busy for the last little bit. I turned to watch JJ and when I turned back around there was Timothy - stomach down in his dirty puddle paddling his arms and legs!

"Tate - whatcha doing?"
"I swimmin' in da puddle!!!"

After a bit of this he realized his hair was not wet so he stood in the middle of the puddle and leaned over until his head hit the water. Which Nathan immediately tried to copy but couldn't quite bring himself to lean over far enough.

Timothy got filthy - he was soaked back to front and through his diaper but he was having fun. A couple moms there kept shooting me dirty looks - which kind of surprised me - really? what is the big deal that a five year old, a two year old and a one year old jumping around in a puddle - yes Timothy may have taken it a little far - but who was he hurting? My car? I simply stripped him before I put him in. He wasn't being loud, he wasn't getting anyone else wet - just having fun in a dirty puddle!! How long are we young enough to truly not care that we are getting wet and dirty and people are looking at us? Celebrate it while we can!!

And as a side note - the dads standing there thought it was great :)