Monday, August 25, 2008

Samuel's favorite puddle

There's this puddle that is about a block away from our house and forms every time there is a decent rain. It is deep and wide, and perfect for splashing. The first time that Samuel really got into it was when we went for an early spring walk after it had snowed. It was around 50 degrees that day, which felt wonderfully warm after the winter, and there was still quite a bit of melting snow and slush. Samuel was probably around 3 years old at the time, and he started stamping in all the slush on the sidewalk. Then he moved on to some of the puddles along the way, and by the time we reached the big puddle, he was soaked to the knees. The rest of him was soon dripping as well as he playing in the bigger, deeper puddle. He was soon shivering with blue lips, but didn't want to stop splashing. Ah, well, that's what hot chocolate is for.

Whenever he plays in that puddle, people driving and walking past give me the strangest looks. I guess not many people would let their kids get soaking wet whenever they want. Why not? It's just water. Clothes dry. :)


Samuel's favorite puddle
making waves
And, just for fun, here are a few more garden shots. The first is a praying mantis that dh snapped on the sunflowers.
king of the sunflowers

The next is our John Paul II clematis. We bought this variety of clematis several years ago, but it never bloomed until the summer after John Paul II died. It has bloomed beautifully ever since.
John Paul II clematis

4 comments:

Kate said...

You know that kids are having the most fun when they're messy. :))))

Kate said...

BTW- Awesome shot, Shawn!!!

Jennifer said...

Love that preying mantis shot!

Jennifer said...

I love puddle jumping and so do my kids. There is something great about that warm summer sun and getting wet in the mud and puddles. One day when my kids were smaller they were out jumping in the puddles and a neighbor boy wanted to jump too - but his mom had said he oouldn't. We were all sad for him... puddle jumping must be a rite of childhood - right?