We got a little storm yesterday. I walked by my kitchen window, saw the puddles, and knew what needed to be done. My only regret is that my daughter doesn’t own a pair of rain boots!!! Would have been even better. Hubby is planning on backfilling the space where the big puddle is with topsoil next weekend though…we’ll have to find a new awesome puddle soon:(
On our deck…she was begging to “quease can I play in the rain?” (she can say “please”, but she sometimes says “quease” instead:P)
This is the face I get when I tell her to look at the camera:P
The sky was pretty after the storm:)
Admiring the vultures (buzzards).
At what age do we stop playing in the rain? I remember it being so much fun, but can’t remember the last time I did. Heavy sigh…