Puddle Jumping

As I looked outside at the bright sunshine today, the near 40 degree weather, and the melting piles of snow, I saw a lot of slushy, wet roads and sidewalks, soggy, yucky patches of grass and a messy, dirty sandbox, complete with mud puddles everywhere your eyes met. A mother's nightmare if the kids get anywhere near it.

Fortunately or unfortunately, however, I needed to get the Christmas stuff from inside the house, out into the car, and up to the storage unit so I could check that off my list. Shoes and socks on, we headed outside to load up.

Lars, "It's a nice beautiful day outside, we should go splash in mud puddles!"

And that, folks, is exactly what we did. A little puddle jumping never hurt anybody.