Kicking a ball at the park

Half day at work today. YAY! We did a service project at Church recently and since then I have stored a trailer full of orange tree clippings in my garage. Today I finally had the time to get rid of them. I had to move them to the back of my truck before taking them to the dump (dump rules – no trailers). Did you know that orange tree branches are full of really nasty, pokey, grabby, angry spikes? I didn’t. My arm now looks like it was in a fight with  gang of cholo cacti. Okay, it’s not that bad but there are about 35 pokes and scratches on just my right arm. Yeah, I just counted. Anyway, when I got to the dump I learned that they, in fact, do allow personal trailers. So that 30 minutes of what felt like holding my arm in a rabid cat cage was for nothing (over the top?). Oh well. Now I know. After dinner I took the kids to the park with the new camera. We had a good time kicking a ball around. It took him a while but Brigham started getting over his fear/hatred of touching grass.
I was kicking the ball up a hill to Ginger and it went too far so she ran to get it. She ran down the other side of the hill and right into a mud puddle. She was more than upset because she was wearing her favorite “tie shoes”.