Dirty Job

Who knew that babysitting would be such a dirty job? I have to keep a close eye on the older three...if I let them into the backyard they gravitate to these planters in the back yard filled with dirt (they are supposed do be overflowing with squash, cucumbers, tomatoes and the sort but I don't have time or the know-how).
Sidenote: Andrea (another sister-in-law) gave me some rosebushes a month ago. They were beautiful and green. Now they are totally brown and dead...no green thumb here.

The next thing I know the dirt is in their hair, down their pants and covering their faces. Once they are out there, I figure the damage has been done and I don't rush them back in. A good brushing gets 'em clean enough to come back in the house for lunch time...then Scooter gets to go home and his mom has to bathe him (sorry!).

It's a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it. What am I going to do for entertainment during the winter for this group?