Puddling with Nana

My daughter loves puddling (jumping in puddles) and in the weeks and weeks of rain we’ve had, we’ve taken jumping in puddles often. We’ve taken to thunderdancing too! (dancing when it thunders because that no longer makes thunder scary, but FUN!) It beats moping around complaining about the weather! We lucked out with a beautiful couple of days while the grandparents visited! Along with my Mother-in-Law (aka: Nana) we went to the library for a fun outdoor day. It was like a carnival!

There was digging for dinosaurs, snacks, a bounce house, art activities and other games.






There was also a puddle.

Puddles beckon to my little girl in the same way chocolate chip cookies call out to me. She tugged on my hand and asked “Mom, can I jump in the puddle?” Well, of course. If she learned anything from me, it is that puddles were made to be jumped in! “Will you jump too?” I really didn’t want to so she asked her Nana, who happily complied.







And I had more fun watching the two of them dancing and jumped and laughing together than had I been in the puddle myself. No matter that Nana had jeans on, that quickly became soaking wet. No other parent or grandparent seemed to fond of the idea of letting their little one jump in the puddle so they had the whole puddle to themselves! The memories. The giggles. The comments “Now that is a fun Grandma!” are priceless. They spent almost an hour in that little puddle, my little fairy (Friday is pick your own clothes/anything goes day around our house and this has been the outfit of choice as of late) and her Nana. Of all the things to do and her little friends that were there, she chose the simplest, natural, unofficial attraction there was. And had the time of her life.

~Angela