As I sit here typing, I can hear raindrops on the roof. It's not an uncommon sound, of course. I'm actually hoping that it will rain and rain and rain for the next few days so that on Saturday--when we're having Sydney's birthday party--Mother Nature will be all rained out and it'll be nothing but sunshine. So I say, bring on the rain! Until Friday night. Then the skies have to clear up.
My rain tolerance level has also been helped out by tonight's photo editing. We had a few really nice days, nice enough to warrant some playing in the water. No, not nice enough to play in the creek. The water is still too high for that, but a trampoline and a sprinkler go a long ways.
Big kids can do trampoline and sprinklers, but babies can't be invited to that jumping party, so Jules convinced me we needed to get something for Addie.
Off to Walmart we went.
On our list:
- yellow jacket traps (three days later we have trapped exactly ZERO bees despite seeing them around; I suppose they just aren't hungry enough to go into the traps)
- little pool for Addie
And, okay, we picked up a slip-n-slide and some powdered donuts too. There's a reason why Jules likes to go shopping with me.
The little pool was a big hit.
Even when the wind picked up a little and it started getting a bit chilly, Addie did not want to get out of the pool. The girl loves water in a serious way.
She also loves dollar store mermaids that I find disturbingly hideous. But don't take her toys away, or there's trouble in the water.
You can't quite see it from here, but Addie's got a little something going on on the back of her head:
Those are curls sprouting, folks.
In fact...I think...yes, here it is.
Here's a picture I took of Jules three years ago.
The curls start here, and it only gets curlier from here.
But back to the water fun...
Not only was the pool popular with the littles, the slip-n-slide proved to be pretty fun too.
They'd slide and slide, and then get cold and go jump in the little pool (which they dubbed "the hot tub") to warm up.
When you live where I do, there is no promise that the weather ever gets nice enough for swimsuits before mid-July. So when those days come in late spring, it's such a surprise. So surprising, in fact, you might even forget to put on sunscreen and end up with rosy pink arms.
But we won't be surprised anymore. Last week was a practice run for summer, giving us a chance to shake the dust off the summer blankets and dig through our drawers for shorts and swimsuits. We have to make sure we're ready so that when summer starts in earnest, we aren't spending our time in the car trying to find sunscreen and slip-n-slides.
Hopefully it won't be another six weeks before we can wear them again. (Well, in fact, I will get to wear my summer stuff in a mere ten days when I walk off a plane in Hawaii. Aloha!)
Summer is coming. Days of playing at the creek, of hanging swimsuits over the deck railing, of feeling sand underfoot even when we're inside the house. I've already turned in my final grades, and Sydney's last day of school is on Friday.
We were so happy about last week's sunshine that Addie even learned our celebration moves.
She knows a good thing when she sees it.