My Messy Day

This is my dog, whom I took to the park with Fyo for morning off leash time. For reasons only known to her, she rested and played in one whopper of a mud puddle. (Yes, Beth Hayden, I thought of YOU and how glad you would be you gave us this lovely, sweet pup.)

I told Sis that Finn looked like one of those shortbread cookies that is partially dipped in chocolate. Except that Finn smelled far worse. Far, far, worse. I think she rolled in compost. I'm not sure. But she smelled like a pig sty and, after having spent time in Bali, this city girl knows what that smells like.




But oh, the fun she had. Luxuriating in her own spa mud treatment.



I'm not quite sure how I got her in the house without getting mud everywhere. But I did. And I got her into the tub. Lucky for me -as a 6 1/2 month pregnant woman- she doesn't mind bathes. (When I was seven months pregnant with Fyo, I had to wrestle Zoe into a bath and it was rather un-kosher behavior for a pregnant woman. We both ended up on our tailbones.)

 However, it took so long to bathe her, Fyo and I had to break for tea.

And you know of course, before we finished, she jumped out of the tub, and shook her filthy soapy self all over the bathroom.

Oh, Finn. You are lucky I love you.

In the afternoon, I had promised Kent I would make him chocolate chip cookies (it is his birthday month after all).  We mixed the dry ingredients first, as Ghiradelli directed (because  the recipe on the back of the Ghiradelli bag is the best recipe). Fyo then mixed and stirred the dry ingredients. He sifted and re-sifted. Then he created stacks of flour on the counter. He was having so much fun playing with the flour, that I didn't bother to stop him. But when it came time to add the flour, I had to measure new flour from the bin - as the one we had measured was evenly divided between the bowl, the counter and the floor. Halfway through his flour play, Fyo asked to take off his shirt. Not long after, the doorbell rang. We went to see who it was just as I noticed the state that Fyo was in.

He had a fine dusting of flour from head to toe, front to back. And at the door? The UPS man. The UPS man has this knack. The first time he met us and delivered a package to us, Fyo had discovered his love of green juice (the juice full of vegetables like broccoli & spinach, apples, chlorophyll, spiralina, blue green algae, barley grass, wheat grass - things that are amazing for you except that they most likely taste disgusting - except to my kid who loves the stuff), So Fyo's entire face was green from his juice. Fyo loves the mail man and the UPS man, so he always runs to meet them. The next day, the UPS man came, and Fyo had been playing in the back yard, so he was covered in dirt. The UPS man said, "He was dirty yesterday too."

Yes, yes, he was.

Sure enough, on our messy day, Fyo greeted the UPS man half-naked and completely covered in flour and the UPS man just laughed and laughed and laughed. He said, "Your kid's cute, but he's always dirty."

Good thing he didn't see my dog.