Dancin' in the Rain

After days and days and days and DAYS of hot, hot summer, we finally had a lovely rainy day this weekend. Though I thought he was too young, the Little Man acted EXACTLY like the bored kid in the "Rain, Rain, go away" nursery rhyme. Finally I let him go outside, figuring after the first drops hit his precious little head he'd fold and want to head back inside. But no, he just stood there. Slowly he descended the steps to the driveway, loudly resisting any attempt to remove him back to the dry comforts of home. He held his little hand out to catch water in it, and touched everything to see how it felt, a look of wonder on his face the whole time.

Once he reached the driveway, it was full speed ahead to the garage doors! And Daddy's car! And the tree! And the little garden patch where hey! There's mud! And it doesn't taste so good. But it looks great smeared on Daddy's car! And then he danced in puddles with his mommy and laughed his little wet head off.

We had a gay old time for almost an hour while we investigated rain and got steadily soaked. Then the Little Man started shivering and I realized that the neighborhood was getting a free show through my white t-shirt, so we finally retreated to our dry house.

I really do love a good rainy day, and I'm so glad that the Little Man does too.