Monday Afternoon Library Walk
Monday afternoons are typically when we travel down to our branch library to pick up all of our items on hold and check out new books. I was so excited that the ice was melted off the streets and the temperature was warm enough for us to load up the stroller with Squirmy and all the books and walk. It’s about a mile from our house to the branch library, the perfect kidlet walk, because they are motivated to get there and excited to get home to read the books. We set off, all the big kids clad in galoshes, and Squirmy excited about all the commotion.
On the way home, Mr. SP tripped in this puddle at the end of our street, so I said, “Since you’re already wet, why don’t you do a bit of jumping in the puddle.” He and The Banana had a nice time splashing through the slush. It was the perfect spot, because when we were done jumping, it was only about two blocks until we were home.
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4 Comments
Auntie Jennifer
I wish I was there joining in the puddle jumping. Jack and I are both getting galoshes so we can go jumping in the puddles and whatever else we find. I still get the giggles every time I think of Mr. SP stuck in the wonderful mixture of poo and mud! The poor guy while sinking down in the mixture, he had us laughing uncontrollably at him.
Gramma Robbie
I too think of the spring muck and how much fun my city grandkids loved playing in it. The look on Ya Ya’s face when she told me I was needed, Mr SP was stuck and all Mamma and Auntie Jen would do is laugh. Oh what fun some simple mud and poo can be, they were not the first to find this fun, every generation of kids has done the same on the farm. I remember someone walking home from school and she took a short cut through the poo and muck, seems to me she lost a shoe that never has been found.
rzana
ACTUALLY, I didn’t loose the shoe. I reached in the muck up to my armpits and slurped around until I found it. It was a brand new shoe! I wasn’t going to leave it there.
Grammie Kathy
Simply amazing how water calls their names.I must be entering my second childhood because sometimes when I am doing chores a puddle actually calls my name too. 🙂