Aaahhhh...squishy.

Sick or not it's a perfect day to get out there in sandals or bare feet and feel the wet mud squish through your toes.

We've been getting rain on and off since early this morning but it's still fairly warm.

Jake is in the habit of jumping in every mud puddle he sees whether it's before school or after and he's prepared to deal with the consequences of wet shoes, a hollering father, and muddy pants.

After being sick for so long, and feeling so terrible for the last part of it, I decided to take a page right out of Jake's book and headed for a nice gooey patch of mud this morning and tromped right through it. I think he may be on to something here.

Sure there might be some creepy crawlies down in there and there might be some cooties too. Mud around here is, however, highly unlikely to host anything but maybe a few sticks and bugs--nothing to cause even a moment's hesitation.

As I was hosing off my feet I was thinking about all those things that make me want to prevent Jake from his mud puddle world tour (dirty laundry, wet feet, etc.) I had to laugh. He's not worried about all that stuff. All he's worried about is making sure he isn't missing a single puddle going to school, coming home from school, or anywhere in-between.

Thanks for reading,


B