We headed to Glenwood Gardens for some good ol' fashioned puddle jumping. I had them in old sweats and with the mild weather it was going to be a fun day. There weren't as many puddles there as I thought there'd be. We met Grandma R. there and she brought a big blue bouncy ball and we kicked it around the field.
When they grew tiresome of that we took a walk and that's when their prayers were answered: small patches of snow. They stomped on the snow, stirred it with sticks, and got what they wanted--a mud puddle!! You should have seen the look of joy on their faces while they hopped up and down in that itty-bitty puddle of their own creation.
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