Who needs dirt when you can have mud!

Before I delve into my newfound mud-digging prowess, I will offer an apology from my dear papa. Last week, maman was in Ottawa for three days and he was rather busy with a cute little girl, oh wait that's me. This week he was incredibly busy because he is going away for a few days and had to work hard enough night. Poor papa.
I would also like to mention that this is the 100th post on Elle and Belle's Excellent Adventures. I realize that some blog entries have been better than others, but I hope we've kept you informed and amused about life here in Fredericton.
Anyway, back to the blog.

The last week has been nothing but rain here in Fredericton. For days I've been staring out the window looking to see Belle, Gribouille and Toulouse falling from the sky. Although I haven't seen that, I have seen what happens when soil meets water. It transforms into a wonderful substance known as mud. Amazing, where has this mud been all my life?

Maman and I were replanting some flowers and then I realized that not only could mud be thrown, it could be eaten, rubbed into your jacket, placed on the dog and moved from one pot to another. Mud is quickly turning into my favourite new toy, although I'm not quite sure papa agrees. Both he and maman were laughing pretty hard -- at what I'm still unsure -- but he kept cringing when he noticed mud in a new location. Like, papa, really, you should chill out a bit. Maman, meanwhile, was quite impressed with my complete fixation with the gooey substance.

But if you really want to see papa rip out his hair, tell Belle to start digging holes in the backyard. Belle is muzzle deep in grass and dirt and papa is chasing her around the lawn. I'm not quite sure if he realizes how silly he looks. Belle thinks the whole scene is hilarious, I concur.