It's summer! And we've had some great water fun to cope with these hot days. One day we jaunted up to Lemon Lake with the grands for some muddy fun. Maggie was initially dismayed by the supreme muddiness of this "beach," but after I got my feet gooped up really good she was totally into it. She did refuse to sit in the mud and make pies or castles, but, you know, baby steps. The mud was so slurpy it stole her shoes, so she went barefoot the whole time. Thus she ended up with a pretty good gash* on the bottom of her foot (thanks to the rough conglomerate rocks around there), but I had no idea until we got home and washed her feet off in the tub. She is one tough chick!
And the Animas River that goes through town is now low enough to be safe for a little person to tube down on her Daddy's lap. When we got to the put-in and I lifted her up to hand her to Bill, she started to balk. "No, no, I want to go with Mommy. No. Put me down. Pickle pants.** I don't want in the water. No thank you. Let me go back." At which point I turned around and walked away and they were in the middle of the river. Bill said it took maybe two minutes for her to be having a great time, splashing, and giggling through rapids. And by the time I met them downstream, it was double thumbs up. It's my turn to tube with her next time. Bill says it was pretty awesome to just have Mags sit on his lap calmly and happily for 45 minutes; this hasn't happened since . . . well . . . maybe ever.
*We watched it carefully and it has healed up nicely with no infection or complication. And very little complaining.
**This is our version of "cheese" for pictures. I asked her to say it and took her picture in hopes of snapping her out of the complaining. However, it just got stuck in the middle of her stream of no's. She didn't miss a beat. Very funny.
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