I used to really admire my former across-the-street neighbors because every time it rained, they'd have their little boys out playing in it. I always told them how much I loved seeing it because I've known people who find it annoying when their kids get wet/muddy/dirty but isn't that what being a kid's all about? YES! Yes it is. And today I got to put my money where my mouth is.
We're having torrential downpours and have been for the past 24 hours. It's supposed to continue like this for another couple of days and that makes for a lot of time in a concrete palace. So this morning Kristen came over, we went to Coffee Casa for breakfast (neither rain nor snow nor dark of night can keep me from a cappuccino as big as my face) and then came home, put Wyatt in his swimwear and had a big ol' time outside. In the pouring rain. In the puddles past our ankles (or knees, if you're Wyatt). Kristen even ventured into the clogged-drain lake in the sideyard to rescue a big ball that wound up there so Wyatt could play with it. It's safe to say we all got soaked and we all had a great time.
I think some of the neighbors might have thought we were crazy and the Japanese garbage men laughed at us, but Wyatt seemed to think it was one of the greatest things he'd ever done and kept making his way to the deep end of the sidewalk. Totally worth it!