If There are Puddles, We will Splash!

Spring has finally come to stay!  With spring comes the inevitable splashin' puddles.  X got his first real taste of splashing at G'pa and G'ma's on Easter.  When he saw his sister stomp in the puddle for the first time, his eyes got as wide as saucers and he was in!  He thought that it looked like fun...and he discovered that it was quite delightful.

 It had been drizzling rain all day.  E desperately wanted to go outside and splash, but I kept putting her off for various reasons.  Finally in the afternoon, I said that she could get her splashin' boots and she was off.  X wasn't too far behind her.  He's already learned what rubber boots mean.

X doesn't run through the puddles like E.  He takes his time and stomps through, which keeps him from tumbling.  But, he does love to splash!  He never got too far away from that puddle.

X was impressed by E's ability to splash mud all the way up to her waist.  I left the kids after about 5 minutes of playing to go fix dinner.  Jut brought them in about an hour later.  They were both soaked through and through and had huge smiles on their faces.  I should have snapped a few "after" shots.  They were a mess.  We surface cleaned them up for dinner and then bathed them afterward.

E's pink pants were brown by the end of their adventure.  The other funny fact was that they almost dried up that puddle.  Less than half of it remained after they were done playing.

I'm not quite sure what the neighbors think of my puddle splashin' children, but they have so much fun that I can't deny them that bit of enjoyment.  Doesn't everyone need to stomp in some puddles every once in a while?!

Here's one more splashin' adventure:  I took the kids out to Mom and Dad's last Friday night.  They were doing yard work.  So, I helped out and the kids enjoyed playing.  Mom and Dad have wonderful puddles through their entire circular drive.  X did great the entire night until we were headed for the car.  He was in the middle of the deepest puddle...he caught his toe and went down face first.  Poor little guy.  He didn't like that at all!  I scooped him out.  Stripped him down to his onsie and ran inside to get a towel.  Luckily, G'ma didn't mind getting a bit muddy and she cuddled him until I returned with the towel.  Moral of the story:  Always remember to bring spare clothes so that your child doesn't have to ride home in just a diaper and towel.