Puddle jumping.

I wish I had some photos to show you for this post, I really do, because Corals puddle jumping this morning was epic.

Waking up this morning, I discovered we were out of two very important things, wipes and coffee. So, Coral and I took a walk to the Metro, picked up our goodies, and then continued on to the park. When we got there, we were the only ones there. Probably because A: there was a huge storm last night and the park was completely soaked, and there were puddles everywhere. And B: there were huge rain clouds everywhere you looked.

I'm proud to say Corals first instinct was to run directly towards the huge puddles and jump in them. And I didn't attempt to stop her, even though she was wearing her freshly washed white Capri jeans. She jumped, and jumped and jumped. She even plopped her little butt down and sat in the puddles. Of course then she ran to the muddy sand to build big sand castles. Coral, you would have made your uncle Jer proud today.

My mom was never afraid to let us kids get dirty. When I was little, you could usually find my brother and I (rain or shine) out in the mud, digging around, making mud stew, even forts in the mud. A lot of my childhood memories are of us in the puddles and mud. And I'm glad Coral isn't afraid to get dirty.

It's time to get that little girl some rubber boots so we can make puddle jumping a more regular activity. Let your kids get dirty today...it's fun!