It's good to be 4!

and 2 and 1 and have brothers that same age range...

It is raining. First real rain that we have had in a long time. We have puddles and ponds and lakes and rain keeps coming down.

So as I walked from the dairy to the house after weighing and packaging cheese, Noah ran to meet me, soaking wet, hair plastered to his face and streams of dirty water running down his face. "It is raining and we are playing in the puddles and it is SO WET!"

Judah looks up from the puddle that he is sitting in, nods and goes back to squishing sand between his fingers.

Seth follows behind Noah, gesticulates exactly like his big brother did and jabbers at me in toddler language, clearly imitating. He then grabbed my skirt and tried to entice me to sit in the puddle with them.

I could drag them inside, dry them off and get them dressed, but why?