That's straight out of Chapter 12 in the Clampett's for Life book of parenting. We live by it. So naturally those were our children in the alley behind our house splashing in the river.
But it's fun. A special kind of fun as they realize the whole activity is to just play in the rain.
|This is a nut that knows how to embrace life. Dirt, rain, tears, whatever. Arms wide ready for it. He will be a regular at the local emergency room but, man, is that kid going to have stories to tell.|
|Posing like pirates. In the rain. Don't the two go hand in hand?|
Good days aren't good because no one bickers. Not to me anyway. To me, good days are good because the joy and fun make the bickering just part of the noisy nonsense. Good days make it easy to ignore the noisy nonsense and not let it ramp your stress level sky high. I like to think of it as flying over the tree tops with the noise below me. Because my house is hella noisy and chaotic. Even on good days. It's just about the good outweighing the noise and chaos. It's fun when it does. And this time it did.