Grayson loves to eat. When he comes to my house, he walks in my door, straight through my living room and into my kitchen to scope out what I‘ve got in my fridge. He especially loves fruit (I affectionately refer to him as "my little fruit bat"). If left to his own devices, he would, at four years old, eat an entire bag of grapes on his own! He also loves cell phones (ipods, ipads, etc.). When he was little and he would see me, he’d come pat me down, looking for my phone. The only reason he doesn’t do it anymore is because mine isn’t a smart phone and doesn’t hold his more sophisticated interest. Grayson also loves to get messy. I knew when I put “Play in puddles” on my list that Grayson would wholeheartedly “be down” with it.
An Archive of Messy
On Thanksgiving day, Joe and Jennifer were hosting a small thanksgiving dinner for the eight of us. I took my rubber boots, as it had just rained and they have a gravel driveway and live by a poorly maintained road. I’m glad I took advantage of this opportunity, as it didn’t rain again before my birthday! I pulled on my rubber boots and announced that I was going to jump in mud puddles. Grayson dropped what he was doing and darted to his room to pull his boots on.
I’d originally thought that jumping in huge, sprawling puddles of water would be ideal, but I discovered something this Thanksgiving day: potholes make for the very best puddle jumping. You see, a pothole is deep, with walls that, when jumped into, cause the water to shoot straight up into the jumper’s face. Grayson and I had mud splatters all over us before our jumping session was over. We had SO much fun!
When I’d put this item on my list, I expected to jump in puddles with my niece and both of my nephews, but Lauren and Braden where occupied with other pursuits. While I would love to have had all of them join me, I cherish this memory that I share only with Gray Gray. My sweet, mischievous, precocious, messy, impish little puddle jumper. My Boo Bear.
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