The weatherman predicted seven days of rain and snow and wind following our beautiful spring Friday. We woke up Saturday to more sunshine and I kept telling the kids, "go-play-outside-it's-a-beautiful-day-it's-gonna-rain-until-you-have-to-go-back-to-school." All.day.long.
And they did! They climbed trees, played in the pond, played fetch with the frisbee (Yep. Fetch. Ben ran over and grabbed it in his mouth and fetched it back to Kayte. Until 'the Mom' caught wind and nixed that gross germy game. I know! What a kill-joy.), and they rode bikes as fast and hard as they could. And they came inside smelling like grass and dirt, and it was wonderful.
Until Sunday. Sunday it rained and snowed and stormed. And then they came to me begging for movies and video games and veg time saying, "Pretty soon it's gonna be sunny again and you're gonna make us go play outside all day."
(That's Sara's "ack-the-sun-is-getting-in-my-eyes" face. We Idahoans just aren't used to that in March.)
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