Baseball dirt

I love baseball.  (Well, not Chicago baseball this year as both teams are pretty sorry.)  I hope my boys play baseball, however, something has to be done about infield dirt.  Yesterday, after Joshua's t-ball class (where he picked dandelions instead of doing drills), we walked across the infield of the other diamond to our car.  Little did I know that it was a HUGE mudpit.  Poor Wesley got his feet stuck in a mud puddle and fell over :(. I was slightly stuck as well, and had to run and pick up Wesley and try to get him cleaned up using a reusable grocery bag I keep in my car for trips to the store.  Fun times :).  Joshua managed to avoid the giant mud pit and taunt his brother.  Ah, boys.

I am remembering how tough it is to get infield dirt off of shoes, clothes, bodies, etc.  Yikes!!