Well, well, wellies.

Growing up in England & Eastern Canada, I saw my fair share of rain. I kind of miss it. Don't get me wrong, I love the Las Vegas weather, but rainstorms and the resulting greenery are few and far between here. (Having your cake and eating it too comes to mind here.) But today it was raining on and off for the better part of the day, which was so much fun. I surprised myself when the rain actually put me in a better mood...it's a little backwards, I know. But I got to dust off my wellington boots and splash around in some puddles today, which was a ton 'o' fun.

Poor Teagan hasn't seen much rain in her nearly two years, so she enjoyed watching the pitter patter outside almost as much as she enjoyed wearing my thigh highs.

After an errand that turned into a super fun morning with her little friend, we went for a "walk" in the rain. I was hoping she'd love splashing in puddles and spinning in circles on the wet street. How could I forget crawling on the sidewalk and jumping off our neighbour's rocks, those classic activities one can only do in a downpour? Silly Mummy.

I'm in the process of learning that when things don't go as perfectly as I plan them, they often turn out better. When life gives you rain...crawl in the street.