Puddles

Mud Season. Oh LOVELY mud season. It's something I grew up with. When the snow and ice begin to melt and form mud in the once firm dirt driveway...yep that's mud season.  It's something that I thought was simply part of life...everywhere.  When I moved away I realized I was wrong.  It's not in the city. Lucky dogs!  And if there's not a lot of snow on the ground it's doesn't even occur.

But here, in Maine, it does.

My kids are NOT all fans of mud season. In fact, Colin hates it.  He hates that he can't go run and play.  He hates that he gets dirty outside.  Um REALLY??? Because I thought that that was where dirt lived...outside.  He wants to be C L E A N when he plays outside.  Silly boy!

The little ones, on the other hand, like it!  Because there are PUDDLES. Who wouldn't want to stomp in puddles?  Muddy, icy puddles all over the yard.  Deep, muddy puddles are GREAT...when you're a kid. And they want to SPLASH in these beautiful puddles.  They'd go out in their Sunday dresses, if I let them.  They don't even care that it is cold enough that ice is still on the ground.  Meh! Who cares?!?! What's a little ice? Right??

Alyssa was enjoying her puddle boots and the ease of putting them on and taking them off, while Cassie was sad because she didn't have any puddle boots of her own.  So, I grabbed a pair of puddle boots at the store and we went out to play...for a few minutes.

We walked carefully through the puddles and onto the melting ice, feeling the ice crack and break under our weight.  

Photo op...

 We stomped and splashed...and shuffled through the puddles covering the ice.

Strike a pose!

And then the rain began sprinkling down on us, the ground, the puddles and the ice.  It was a cold rain. We decided to call it quits and we went inside.  

Even though Mud Season can be really dirty and a pain in the rear, it can be fun too. Especially if you're a kid...