He got into mud the other day. I'm not sure why this surprises me anymore. I was on the phone and saw him put a scoop of mud on the tramp. Not wanting to deal with the situation at that moment, I walked to the back door and locked it. I proceeded to let him play on the tramp with the dirt for a half hour or so. It was a win-win for both of us. He even helped me hose the tramp off the next day. I figured he's only young for a little while.
(Because he won't be doing this when he's older, right? RIGHT??)

Look how happy he is!

The next day, Blake - not wanting to be out done by her brother - decided she that she didn't need my help with yogurt anymore. Obviously, right?

And she wasn't finished. This is how I found her right after I cleaned her up. (Aka: stripping her of all her clothes and wiping off face and hands.)

Have I mentioned that my kids have no fear?

Good thing this one's obedient enough to put away all of his toys when asked.

Blake decided she could help this time. Only because her brother was.

They really are going to be the death of me someday.