There's not a lot I love more than puddle jumping in rain boots.
It's something I have done ever since
my first child was old enough to walk, 15 years ago.
A way to relive your childhood.
Grab a happy kid willing to get wet
(those aren't hard to find)
and off you go.
We have always called it Puddle-Duckin' in our family.
We even go out while it's still raining to do it.
The only rule- no thunder or lightning.
so off we went with my camera around my neck.
who lives a couple houses away.
We took a walk around our street and the kids graded the puddles,
proclaiming that the shallow ones were "boring!!"
and so the race was on to find the deepest one.
There is nothing more purely fun and simple than a good mud puddle.
No cares of the world around you as you jump *splash* in a murky pit.
Clothes (and kids) are washable!!
A prize winning puddle, to be sure !!
I like how the rings are around her boot, the leaf floating along for a ride on the waves and the efforts of the grass trying to keep itself above the water, in vain.
So off we went to get dry clothes
from the waist down.
J. came back
to our house, redressed.
The puddles were admired from a safe distance on the way home
to our little red house under the tall, tall pines.
neighbor drove one way
and N.'s daddy drove the other way.
I made the comment to them both...
"Don't you wish you were in 1st grade?!"