expected/unexpected

this arrived in our driveway this week:

so naturally, when we let the kids come outside and say goodbye to the babysitter after our date and they spotted it for the first time, this was to be expected (despite our attempts to verbally keep them away):

walk down this mountain with your heart held high (and visibly, thanks to old navy pjs!)

summitting

and of course, just as expectedly, this series of events went down:

"what is this stuff, mom?"

"oh, it's 'dirt' you say? and i shouldn't touch it?"

"you mean i shouldnt touch it with these hands here?"

"i'm 1 year old, youre over there with a camera, and i am thinking it would be awesome to touch the dirt."

"I CANT STOP THIS MOM! IT'S BEYOND MY POWER TO PREVENT THE HANDS BEING IN THE DIRT!"

"i touched the dirt and i feel pretty amazing about it."

less expected in the closing chapters of the exciting tale of "the dirt pile" was this:

judah doesnt like having his shirt dirty and doesnt enjoy pants EVER.

and then precisely 3 seconds after that...

aaaaaaan what we have here, is a naked child in a dirt pile.

i was thinking, "as much as i dont like not having friends close by, i am glad we dont know anyone around here during moments like this." right as i was mentally punctuating that thought, my friend mandy jogs by. seriously. i just became friends with her like a month ago and she is the only person whose opinion we care about within a 10 mile radius. hilarious.

one day a little dirt on his unders will be more tolerable than this to him.

let's assume layla wants the dirt, not the nudity

cave man; circa 2012.

and a little unexpected action from layla too:

dirt snack. she loved it. honestly. she will take fruit out of her mouth and replace it with a rock or acorn. early onset PICA, anyone?