When it Rains, It Pours

When it rains all day and your wee one is used to going outside every day, it is inevitable that she will become a Wee Beastie from all that excess energy. So what's a momma to do but slap some rubber boots on that girl and go outside.

This, by the way, is the grass in my backyard. Apparently our backyard lays a little on the low side. Also, apparently I should own rubber boots. This was cold! Ballet flats are not practical puddlesplashin gear!

I tried to capture a picture of our feet together. But all I could get was my feet and then a red blur streaking through while she ran in circles around me, delighted that I was joining in. So I splashed instead, and look what I captured for my enraptured audience??? SPARKLES! THAT'S WHAT! And then I gave up on being in pictures and I just raced back and forth across the yard, turning to snap a picture of her as she chased me.

She was delighted. We chased this down by trotting around the neighbourhood splashing in all the puddles and waving at the trees yelling hi, and then chortling with excitement when the trees 'waved back' in the wind. And then Nicole got embarassed and dragged me home. Just kidding, not for a few years yet. She was the chortler, and I was the one who eventually dragged her home.

Then a nice warm bath and off to bed! On that note... We are suddenly dealing with a little girl who creeps into our bed in the middle of the night! And she is a wee bit of a bed hog! I'm half tempted to lock her in her room, but I'm pretty sure that is a fire hazard. How do I nip this in the bud? She just sneakacreeps into our bed quietly in the middle of then night. If she tromps on me, I notice. Sometimes she lays on the end of the bed like a little puppy, and then only my husband notices, because he is 6'5" and he notices things at the end of the bed.

Halp???