Rain Dance

Not sure if you heard, but here in Colorado, we are on fire. Literally and figuratively.

The state is covered in wild fires. We have buddies in Colorado Springs who had to flee. She said she felt like she just robber her own home, leaving with just the hubby, the cats, the kid and the car. Thankfully they and their home made it through, which is not true for so many families. Our hearts go out.

And also, secondarily, it's just freakin' hot. 100+ nearly every day. This is not news, but I'm just saying.

So when the rare sprinkle comes down...

we're a little dumbfounded. 

And euphoric.

I'm actually relatively comfortable because the last time it was this hot I was about 100 years pregnant with Hazel. This summer feels cool compared to that.

But man I miss rain. We had lovely storms in North Carolina last month. And people are calling this "Monsoon Week" because rain is expected nearly every day. I'm no fool. I know that rain expected here rarely hits the ground. But for the sake of those in fire danger, we'll break into a rain dance at the slightest gathering of clouds.

Time to bust out the sprinkler!

Making a Splash

Up until a few days ago I was constantly amazed by how un-phased the boys were by thunder storms. They slept through them, played through them - no biggie.

Well Saturday...biggie. A honkin' crack of thunder woke Eli from the rare afternoon nap and it was done-zo. Then yesterday when a thunder storm came up during rest time, he was primed for a freak out. I sprung him from his room to watch the storm and he would not take his hands down from his ears. He wanted to fashion something to put on his ears to keep him from hearing the thunder. Porbricito.

Really hoping to break the bad juju, I decided to make figurative lemonade. So we decided that when it stopped we'd put on our rain gear (a rare treat in DRY Colorado) and go puddle jumping.

Well that did it. He leapt off the couch (hands off the ears) and went about collecting his gear. He put on his waterproof crocs, swim trunks, and a rain coat. He was so gung ho we had to wait all geared up for 15 or so minutes until the rip roaring storm actually ended.

And off we went. We located some fabulous puddles and were soaked head to toe in puddle water and bliss. Good stuff.

In other news...dontchya just love instamatic?

Sad little puddle...

Where we live is pitifully devoid of weather. Unless you count inch upon inch of snow we can expect to trudge through ridiculously soon.

It is always sunny. It is always clear.

Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful, but since variety is the spice of life, things can get pretty bland around here.

So when it thundered and a few raindrops fell two days in a row this week, well that was call for a full dress performance of Little Boy Loves a Puddle.