Spring Temps Bring About Muddy Pants

Some things are unavoidable. Some things I just have to accept.

Boys and puddles, splashing and throwing pebbles. When it's above 50, sun is shining, and you are the proud parent of an active two year old boy, opportunities like sitting on the front steps as your son giggles, runs and makes a huge mess of himself, just need to happen. I have given up in defeat in trying to discourage Bits from stepping with sneakers on and pants uncuffed into murky little pools. What's the harm in having to stain treat a pair of khakis and setting a pair of shoes next to the heater.

This afternoon in March was great fun as I watched Mr. Xenopus take joy in running back and forth, finding ice pieces, sharing broken cement chunks with Mommy, and leaving wet shoe prints on the exposed driveway. Birds singing happy songs about their warmth in the boughs of trees, and grass creeping back to life as more and more snow recedes. Play time in the park is coming and this momma and toddler are counting down the days.

Rainy Days mean Splashing In Puddles

Surprise! It rained again yesterday, and is cloudy this morning. There was a break in the rain for a few hours yesterday, so Bacon Bits and I took a stroll at the park. There was a brief swing moment, but other than that it was mostly about walking around and playing a game called "Watch Out for the Poopy"...the geese are hanging out around the lake enjoying the view.

There's a little pair of tennis shoes at the front door drying out. No matter how well Mommy plays defense, the little guy always manages to break through and jump in a puddle or two. Galoshes, here we come.

It is so beautiful up here if you stop to take those moments even on rainy days to look at the sky. People don't know what they're missing if they've never ventured north of the bridge.