Puddle Splashing

Keith went away with his brothers to Hood River over the weekend so that left Oliver and I to spend some quality time together. The weather was pretty rainy on Sunday but I couldn't stand the thought of staying inside with an active toddler. Whenever Oliver hears a plane overhead, he stops whatever he's doing and looks to the sky. I thought it might be fun to head out to Marine Drive, near the airport, and watch the planes come in. I figured a little rain wouldn't hurt us--this is Oregon after all. Marine Drive has a walking path and as long as it isn't windy, it's really a quite pleasant walk. I thought I was being really smart when I reasoned that we would head to the grocery store after our little excursion. No reason to make more than one trip.

It had been awhile since I had thought about mud puddles. I don't search for them and when I come across them I don't have the urge to splash in them. This is where Oliver and I are different. We didn't get very far before Oliver started playing in one small puddle and promptly fell in. I grabbed him quickly and figured I could wipe off the mud and he would dry out before the trip to the store. At this point, I still had hopes that we would make it to the store. But as you can see from the video, Oliver found a bigger, better puddle to play in. I thought about whisking him out of the puddle and back to the car but I'm glad I decided against it. Oh, did I mention that I had just finished his weekly load of laundry that morning? We didn't make it to the store that morning. Instead we headed home for a warm bath, lunch and a nap.