| 07.21.2004 | playing in the sprinkler
I'm normally really annoyed when our association water sprinklers go off in the middle of the day and stay on for hours. It's fun when things malfunction and waste precious resources, don't you think? In this case, though, it happened in the late afternoon on a weekend when we happened to be outside playing, anyway. What better way to introduce Emma to the fine art of playing in the sprinkler.
My brother and I would do this all the time growing up back in Georgia. One of my father's most cherrished pictures comes from just after a session in the sprinler. In the picture we are both down to our underwear, covered in mud and eating "hunkies" on some railroad ties in front of our house on Crowe Drive. Ahh... childhood.
Anyway, the sprinklers were on and Emma was off in a flash to play in them. Marla was watching her orginally and I was in the house. Marla, being the contientious mother that she, is was careful to have Emma only play around the edges, putting only her hands in. She ran inside for something and left me outside with Emma. You can see the results of my parenting skills below.
