I wonder how the millions of families who live in thick winter cope with being cooped up inside for so long. Here in Southern California, we are very spoilt and a day inside is quite a challenge. I suppose we struggle so much because it is so rare… we never get into an inside groove and are not very prepared when one happens. We have been stuck inside, and not even continuously, for two days and are so delighted that the rain has passed and we can look forward to a sunny day tomorrow. Don’t think we didn’t enjoy the rain… we loved it and made the most of it. When the rain abated for a couple of hours, we put on our raincoats and boots and went puddle jumping (apparently, puddle jumping does not seem like a silly idea to a child, even if they have snotty noses!) K and T found an especially deep puddle that covered their feet completely. They jumped and splashed with abandon. Then K stopped, looked up at me (wincing at how wet they were getting) and asked why parents don’t splash in puddles? I couldn’t think of a reasonable answer and so asked her to ask her dad, at which he jumped, to my utter surprise, into the puddle, starting an hour of ‘family splashing’. It was delightful, so childish, so naughty, so silly. We jumped and splashed and laughed and bonded. We were freezing afterwards and ended the fun with a ‘family bath’.
K, happy to have her club house all to herself.
K couldn’t resist a play,
and set up a feast fit for a pirate. She is devastated that I have added him to my Etsy shop and I have had to promise her to make another, just the same.
Apparently, pirates DO like flowers on the table.