Splash

We're almost at the end of the wettest Junes in NY history. There have been loads of foggy, misty, drizzly days, but yesterday we got a super duper downpour, more in keeping with usual summer rain around here. We went out afterwards in search of some good puddles.

Hey Good Lookin'

Toddlers hit the Old Homestead

Last Friday we visited the Lefferts Historic House with Maple and Henry and I left wondering one thing - why did we wait so long to get there? It's an 18th-century Dutch homestead in Prospect Park that has period rooms, all sorts of historic replica artifacts, and a big garden out front with (a highlight among all the other stuff) a patch of dirt for digging in. It's all done in this lovely, unfussy manner where they seem not to mind one bit that a small pack of toddlers is roaming around rearranging everything and trying to eat the historic replica checkers like Oreos. Left to right: Miss Ponytails, coy Maple, and adorable Henry.

Maple and Rosie enacting Dutch genre scene:

Miss R Acquires Skills for Polite Company

It's far too early for Rosie to learn how to handle wine, but never to early to learn how to handle her wine glass. 

 

These Boots Are Made for Splashing

A lonesome moment in the life of the Brooklyn child of Oregonian parent:

But of course Rosemary was oblivious to the fact that there was no one else around and was having a grand old time splashing around, trying with intermittent success to stay upright on slippery ground wearing rain boots two sizes too big. She was seriously bummed when I decided that soaked through meant time to go home. Doesn't that just mean you can't get any wetter, so you might as well stay there? Hot bath and nap followed.

Singing in the Rain:

Neighborhood Greeter