The mud pie kitchen is open once again on a limited, but very enthusiastic basis.

This tiny patch of earth in a sheltered spot right outside our back door (the rest of our yard still being covered in a foot or more of snow), is like a whole new world to her.  This new world is both thrilling- freedom!  bird song! mud to squish! sticks to pick up! and frustrating- clunky boots on uneven ground! mommy’s insistence that mud isn’t for eating!