Puddle Jumping

It's pissing rain in Vancouver which really shouldn't come as any big surprise but still, it's getting tired this incessant rain and the cool temperatures. There's been a couple of warm days but for the most part the days get up to 14 degrees and I'm still riding to work with a jacket and gloves on. When they brag about the weather out here it's usually in the winter when the rest of this country is buried under snow and bone chilling temperatures. It was a rare weekend where I got to hang out with my daughter for two days in a row (Christ, it's rare when I get to hang out with her for one full day with all the commuting I've been doing back to Calgary to renovate the old house) and the best laid plans of mice and men, well, we all know how that goes. So there I am looking out the window and cursing the relentless downpour ruining a day when there should have been playgrounds and swingsets and trips to the market down the street when I remember that humans are somewhere between 55 and 70% water and most of our openings are waterproof or at the very least highly water resistant so why wouldn't we go out and find a couple of puddles to jump in? I couldn't tear Sophie away from the puddles, she thought it fabulous, though her jumping skills aren't fully developed yet as she barely manages an inch or so clearance off the ground. Still, it was enough to make a splash and she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Me? I've got to admit jumping in the puddles was alright by me too.