Monday, May 05, 2008

Some good clean fun. Not.

It seems that a love of puddle jumping runs in the family (see the proof here and here.) It rained for most of the weekend, and we decided to make the most of it and get out for some fresh air. Mallory was in love. I picked up these little rain boots for her months ago (not wanting to repeat the fiasco Liam endured - 18 months old before his first puddle encounter! Chad said, "I can't remember, did Liam like jumping in puddles this much when he was this age?" And I said, "Number one, Liam was not even walking yet at this age, and number two, no, because we were delinquent parents who didn't enable him for another six months!") and they are still too big for her. So to be honest, she spent just as much time falling on her bum in the puddles as she did jumping in them. But it didn't faze her in the least. In fact, by Sunday morning the rain had dried up, and we took the kids to the park. Mallory found a spot by a bench where someone had spilled a cup of coffee and I saw her making a beeline to it with her hands outstretched in the exact same manner she went after the puddles - I caught her and pulled her back in the nick of time!

We had a great weekend of doing absolutely nothing. We let the house get messy. We didn't have anyone through (after Friday) so there was no cleaning, no picking up toys, no shoving the dirty laundry into the desk drawers and forbidding the kids to touch any glass surfaces. After the puddles and a quick trip inside to change into some dry clothes, we took the kids to the Wild Zone to burn off some steam and then hit Taco del Mar for lunch before going home for naps. For all of us. Reality hit with a bang this morning as summer hours really and truly started, which means a half hour earlier wakeup call from now on. It's a good thing I got that nap in when I had the chance.

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