Mud

We've had some much needed rain lately here in Northern California but it makes going to the park messy. Jack doesn't mind at all; in fact, he loves the mud and puddles. This morning we went and found most of the play structures to be dry and usable. Jack nevertheless was more interested in the various puddles and soggy grass lawns. He loved the smacking sound his shoes made when running over the wet grass. Of course, I had to keep up with him and my shoes got all muddy as well.

Splosh. Splosh. Splosh.

On the far side of the park, he found drain that was half full of water. He delighted in dropping very small rocks into the drain. It's some kind of put-things-into-receptacles reflex, I guess. He spent a good fifteen minutes dropping rocks into the drain and then squealing with delight today.

Plop. Splash. Squeal.

This is a behavior he exhibited when he was very young. He used to delight in trying to clog our pool filter with dead leaves. Viz:

September, 2007