It's raining, it's pouring

Rain, rain go away
Come again some other day

Don't get me wrong, I love the rain.
After living in Ireland, I guess it kind of grows on you. I laugh now when I see people running from their cars into Walmart with an umbrella, and there's only a light sprinkling of water coming down. Often, people will save their errands for "another day" when it won't be raining. If we had decided on that tactic while in Ireland, we would have gone hungry, since we had to replenish our dishwasher-sized refrigerator daily. So, now we not only tolerate the rain--we relish it. We were even blessed with a full rainbow outside of our back door last week--an often occurrence around our former little cottage on a hill.
But now I say rain, rain go away.
My vegetables are drowning!!
One third of my lawn is a literal lake!!
And seriously...enough with the ear-shattering lightning strikes!!
I prefer to sleep in my bed with only my husband, cat, and baby. All six of us in a queen-sized bed just doesn't work with the amount of beauty sleep I need.
BUT, while it IS raining, we might as well enjoy it, right?
That's what Aidan thought this evening anyway.



















I think he had a good time!! :) Elyse said, as she's standing in the driveway watching the ensuing mayhem in her little pink ballet leotard with white pantyhose and delicate ballet shoes. "I wish I was a boy, so I could play in the mud!"
Josh encouraged her to change out of her ballet clothes and play, too, but she chose instead to sit quietly on the floor in the living room and play with her dress-up doll.

Now, the kids are sleeping in their beds, the dishwasher's running, Josh is eating his nightly snack, (and the baby JUST woke up), and I hear thunder in the distance. Josh just informed me: "There's storms comin'" So, off I go to bed, not to MY bed, because tonight, with the storms, I have the feeling it will be another FAMILY bed night. The rain, rain won't go away...