Like this:

Our day started around 6 a.m. when Daniel decided it was time to wake up. Normally on a Saturday, I’ll nudge Brian to get up with him so I can sleep in. But for some reason, today I was ready to wake up anyway.

The rain was coming down at a steady pace and collecting in the dump truck on the patio. We watched excitedly through the back door as it bounced off the cement and formed puddles. I pointed and said, “rain” while D patted the glass exclaiming, “da (everything’s “da” or “brrrr” these days)!” Rain is a very exciting event in the desert. This time of year is considered our “monsoon” season.

I decided to let D go out in his bare feet and pajamas to play in the rain. After all, we don’t get outside to play very often on these 110+ degree days. The rain had cooled off the patio to a perfect 78.

He splashed in the water that had collected atop his play table, and he stomped in the puddles. After he was sufficiently soaked and starting to shiver, I told him it was time to go inside. He vigorously shook his head no in opposition, so I picked him up, literally kicking and screaming, and took him inside to dry off and change.

Here he is looking wistfully out the back door.

And after throwing a full sippy cup at me and being scolded. Apparently, it’s hilarious when Mommy’s mad. [Sigh]

We’ve had a busy summer, and I have some catching up to do. Posts to come of 4th of July, Nana’s 90th birthday party and our trip to Wisconsin.

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