thankful#121: puddles to stomp in

The girls and I went to Music Time at the new local toy store today. Our walk home took about three times as long as our walk there because both girls were on foot rather than in the stroller or the ergo. We stopped to watch the ducks in the canal, we stopped to pet a couple of dogs on walks with their people, we stopped to pick flowers and blow some wishes. The longest break, however, came when Kinsley discovered the "giant" puddle right next to the parking lot by the track. She and Dagny spent a good twenty to thirty minutes running, jumping, skipping, and dancing through it. I haven't heard Dagny giggle that hard and for that long in a while and she's generally a pretty happy kid.

They. were. soaked. The rest of the walk was a wet, muddy, squishy one. Kinsley could hardly keep her drenched pants from falling off and Dagny was having a hard time walking because the weight of her muddy pants and boots were so awkward for her. When we finally got home, I stripped them down at the front door. Kinsley was giggling hysterically as we pulled her boots off and she was hit by the wave of water that was stuck inside them. She couldn't even get her clothes off by herself because they were plastered to her body by the mud and water. And Dagny's pants will definitely not be getting passed along to any of the neighbor girls when she outgrows them. In fact, they may be taken directly to the cleaning rag pile.