rain, rain, go away.

Keeping P entertained this week has been a challenge. Maybe because it has rained ALL WEEK! One-year olds like to go outside. Especially my one-year old. I cannot even count the number of times baby P pulled me to the front door, begging to go outside and play. "We can't go outside, buddy. It's raining." He would flail himself on the floor and sob. I wanted to cry, too. Poor thing. He just doesn't understand yet. Needless to say, he spent a lot of time this week with his face pressed against the glass of the front windows, wishing he were outside instead of inside.



Thank goodness we had some good ole' sunshine today. I think we caught up on outside time for the entire week. P is exhausted. And quite content. Let's hope for a beautiful weekend!