Puddle Walk

The three ladies of the house attempted to go for a walk to the park on Wednesday afternoon, but before we were down the driveway it began to pour.  And pour.  Always the adventurers, we quickly switched our tennies for rain boots and embarked on a Puddle Walk.

Sylvie immediately fell asleep in her carrier- between the sound of my heart and the sound of the rain on our umbrella, we recreated a live version of her beloved sound machine and I am pretty sure she thought she had finally found the fabled Land of Sleep she'd been looking for since she was born.

Elsie was in her own personal Heaven, splashing and running with a dragon and frog in hand, filling her boots with water and giggling with glee.  We played for almost an hour before we saw Daddy coming home from work, soaking wet on his bicycle (no, he did NOT want us to pick him up in the car!).  A quick game of Chase Daddy ensued as soon as the bike was tucked in the garage.

The street flooded, Elsie lost her two-sizes-too-big boots a few times during particularly exuberant leaps, but we didn't come inside until the rain stopped and a little hungry tummy reminded us it was dinner time.

P.S.- Elsie and I took a shower together to warm up, and I learned that there is a lot of money to be made in a Loofah-on-a-Stick marketed at preschoolers.  Who knew?