My Little Boy

I think fall is now officially over (see what I was talking about with the quick transition periods?). It's been cold and rainy for about a week now, and all the trees are bare. I always struggle a bit when there hasn't been sunshine for a few days (photosensitivity?), but then Mason does something super awesome, and all is well again.
In an effort to find a dress to wear to Landon's office party, I braved the cold and the rain with my kids in tow. When we pulled into the parking lot, there were lots of puddles. Mason was well-equipped to handle the puddles with his rain boots and rain coat, and he was very eager to give it a go. I told him he could jump AFTER we went into the store if he was a nice boy. He was a nice boy, and so when it was time to go, I released him into the puddles.

 

There was an extra big puddle there. Mason told me that there might be fish in that one. "We can't jump in that puddle, Mom. It's bery, bery deep. There might be fish in there!" Oh, he cracks me up.
I am so grateful of the gentle reminders I get from my children about appreciating all the little things, like jumping in puddles after the rain. I'm so lucky to be that little dude's mom.