After shutting off the water (hooray! Brent finished flooding our wheat) we stopped by Grandma and Grandpa's to see Mitchell and Dalton. Ever since the night before, Hudson had been begging to go to Mamma's to see 'Tchell. When we got there, the boys were out playing in the water while Grandpa flood irrigated the lawn. Hudson ran right in, so I went after him so we could take his clothes off. They had so much fun running and splashing around. I was sad I didn't have my camera. Hudson's diaper got pretty soggy, luckily by then he was starting to get cold. I pulled him out and wrapped him up in a towel. Poor guy, he got the worst rash from his bulging diaper rubbing against his legs. I guess next time he might get to run around commando.
I can still remember all of the hours, if not days, of fun I had playing in the water while I was growing up. Miss America photoshoots while someone poured buckets of water over our head or splashed us with water, waterskiing behind Dad's swing, slip and sliding through several inches of water, (it's a wonder we didn't drown) and tracking grass in the house. Oh how I wish that I could flood irrigate my lawn.
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