Rain

Imagine it has been raining ALL. WEEKEND. LONG.

and you feel trapped like rats... (or babies)



and you open the door and realize it's about 70 degrees out... and pouring, in the middle of October. Seriously? Is this fall or spring... Michigan get's so confused about it's seasons sometimes.

Then Georgia asks... "can we touch the rain?"

What do you do?

You say yes.

and you take pictures... from the dry porch.

"Can I jump in the puddle?" uumm... no, you might get wet. haha

"Can I touch the puddle?"

 Running laps in all of her "3 year old glory" When did we stop being impressed by rain and wet grass?

Taking in the neighborhood with Charlie.

You're welcome, Georgia. Now please don't tell me I "always" say no...