Just kidding! We’re blessed that Hurricane Earl decided to drift back away from our coast and all we got was a bit of rain and wind. And I really mean just a bit. We’re soggy, but I’ve seen worse with no warning at all.
And the best part?
We got to break out the raincoats. We love the raincoats!
The picture are probably a little blurry. The Cowboy doesn’t like to get wet.
Or to stand still.
Ever.
So all my pictures of him are a little blurry.
And usually of the back of his head.
The Ladybug is not a fan of being wet either.
So she’s learned to hustle.
She even told her brothers to “Stop fussin’ like a baby, you’re not gonna melt.” Oh, if only the written word could convey the tone and inflection…
Oh, and speaking of blurry…
It might have been raindrops.
It might have been teardrops.
But I think I definitely melted a little bit.
People that don’t have kids often think people that do have kids make it sound like the worst thing in the world. Oh the horror stories to be told. Maybe that’s because the bad stuff is so easy to share and understand. Everyone can grasp the frustration/anger/horror/humor behind your 2 yr old coming downstairs looking like a hairy Sasquatch because he was coated in honey (which is totally contraband upstairs) and then rolled in the carpet. Or the antics of your 3 yr old after he consumed an entire box of pink lemonade “pixie stick” water mixers–without the water–before breakfast.
But how do you explain the way sunshine pours down, and your heart swells up, and you think you’re going to explode just from love–just because they look up and say “cheeeeeese!” from under their raincoat hood?
There just aren’t words for that.
