Jemima Puddle Duck
The title comes from a Beatrix Potter story. But now here's our story: One lovely Sunday afternoon we decided it would be a good time to go for a little stroll through the neighborhood. We all got bundled up (it was a little chilly) and got the kids strapped into strollers and low and behold it began to rain. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. DripDrip. DripDrip Drip. DrippityDroppityDrippity Droppity. Drippity Droppity WOOSH! It was pouring. We retreated back inside to wait it out. When it let up we managed to get Ian to try on his new Birthday golashes and jump in the puddles. He preferred to splash with his hands or sit in the puddle. Oh well. We tried again to go for a walk. We wandered over to the temple and enjoyed the view for a bit. Wandered toward Main Street and towards the Tabernacle. BOOM! Thunderstruck. The clouds opened again and we ran for cover under a tree. The boys only got marginally wet in strollers under the umbrella. We, however, were soaked. To the bon...