Yeah, Dirt!

Andrew has found a new love...dirt. We don't have a sandbox, so he plays in the dirt. This new infatuation started yesterday (Sunday) before dinner. Andrew sat in the "garden" for probably close to an hour, throwing dirt all over himself. He grabbed handful after handful and poured it on his legs. Then he started throwing it, oblivious to the fact that every time he threw a handful of dirt most of it ended up in his hair. When dinner was finally ready, Loren cleaned him up as well as he could and Andrew ate dinner in his diaper. And the bath? It took both of us to get Andrew clean (as clean as we could get him before he was ready to get out), and I could still see dirt in his hair this morning. It was quite an ordeal, but it didn't keep me from letting him do it all over again today, twice! Why would I want to keep a kid from playing in the dirt?