It was a day in which the heat felt heavy against our skin, and breathing took an effort. The sun would peek out from behind the clouds and smother you, even if only for a moment. I exploded forth an idea to break out the bathing suits and the sprinkler, even if the pools weren’t open yet. Without even being inside the doors, clothes were flailing every which way and in record time, children were re-dressed in bathing clothes and out the door.
Enjoying the peace and quiet for all of five minutes or so, I realized I heard water coming from everywhere, and not just the front. Upon peeking outside I realized, my children, my dorky, happily wet and splashing about children were utilizing the sprinkler and hadn’t even realized it had not only begun to rain, but was POURING.
So I turned the hose off.
I was shot the FUNNIEST of “Huh? Wha?” faces back at me, realizing the sprinkler was off but they were still getting soaked. I swore time stood still as they all looked around, baffled. And then the rejoicing began, and despite the sprinkler being off, they got creative….
Rain spouts pouring down, adding to the drenched-ness my children were experiencing, happily frolicking about with neighbors in tow, splashing away with my kids…
And unfortunately, it wasn’t all fun and games, it was a little slippery, too, something my soon-to-be birthday boy found out the hard way…
Thankfully for the wet, hard-to-get-off swim diaper, and the fact that I have cat-like reflexes *cough* I was able to get there before she was flashing the neighborhood. But my baby was cold – the rain had swooped in and brought a cold with it, and being so teeny and soaked, it was chilling her right down to her bones. I immediately scooped her up, wrapped her in my thickest, yummiest, warm towel, rubbing her warm again, propping her next to me.
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