This old house has no air conditioner, so when it rains all the wonderful breezy windows get shut. And it gets steamy. And the kids are at each other's throats. Teasing, hitting, kicking, enough!
"Get your crocs on!" I tell Seth.
Riley's mad because I'm taking him and not her.
I yell over my shoulder, "You two need to get away from each other!"
Out we go, leaving her crying with her Dad.
Tough.
Holding hands Seth and I venture out into a gentle rain. There are puddles everywhere. Seth jumps through a couple of them, and after a little while, I do a sort of side stomp in his direction, drenching him. He is shocked, but then looks up with the biggest grin.
Game on!
Our street is about half a mile and we go the whole way, stomping at each other. Every tree with low branches gets him a shower when I shake it. He's mad he can't reach the branches to reciprocate.
"Too bad shorty!"
It starts to really pour. The rain feels so good after the hot humid day. We return home soaked and happy.
Riley's still crying, but Seth's orneriness is gone. He invites her outside and we reenact the scene. She's a bit more dainty. Doesn't want to be side stomp splashed, but she loves the rain and the tree showers and she is cooled off too.
The grown up neighbors look at us funny but the kids stand on front porches longingly.
Later they will appease the children by letting them run in the hose.
But us? We got the rain.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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8 comments:
Stomping in the rain together is one of Evan's favorite childhood memories. He's 26. I hope Seth and Riley remember it as fondly and as long.
I loved the rain when I was young. My mother used to let us get into our swim suits and go out into the rain and get soaked. We had so much fun. I was kind of lucky, the other kids from the neighborhood, 95% of them being my cousins, got in their swim suits and joined the fun. The only time we had to stop is if it was lightening. Thanks for the memory!
I remember we used to play outside in the rain with our friends on a hot day. It was so much fun, now I always seem to be running from even the smallest of drops. haha
Liberty LOVES the rain, too. We'd play more in it, but in the summertime we get these HUGE thunder and lightning storms. Glad you had fun.
What a wise wonderful mother you are. Sounds like great fun.
You are a kick-ass Momma Bear! I like your style. I have a post brewing about what I call "pasty parenting" - and you definitely defy any pastiness.
Super fun. SuPER.
How fun!
Move to Portland! You could "get" to stomp in the rain 300+ days a year!
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