Washability

G'day, mates!

Over the past 14 months, I've been slowly discovering my parenting style. I'm thinking I may fall into a more laid-back category.

In other words, I let my child get dirty.

this may be the only mud puddle in Colorado at the moment ...

Okay, filthy.

the end result

But how else would he discover how invigorating it is to feel mud squish between his toes (and butt cheeks)?

Or the joy of bombarding the dog with it?

such a good dog

How else would he learn sweet skills in ... pole dancing?

Work it

He thought this horseshoe sticky-up thingy (that's the technical term, peeps) was pretty cool. Possibly because it kept him from face-planting every three seconds.

My parenting philosophy? 

It's a good thing children are washable :-)