…we make pancakes. Today was my first day of sleeping in for many, many weeks. And by sleeping in, I mean staying in the bed (not necessarily sleeping) until sometime after 6:00. I was still wavering over going for a morning run, but the steady rain outside quickly helped me reach the conclusion that the run was a no-go. I attempted to get a head start on schoolwork, but Bubba had other ideas. Eventually I decided, if you can’t beat him, join him. So together we made pancakes while Daddy and Chica snoozed. 
I sent Bubba in to tell them about the surprise once our stack was hot and ready. I overheard from the other room, “Guess what we made!? It’s S-T-O-Y. That spells pan-a-cakes!!!” The pan-a-cakes of course got both of them out of bed in a second. Good work, Bub.
…we remember who doesn’t own a raincoat. Against Daddy’s better judgment, we decided to follow through with our plan to peruse Day in the Park. It wasn’t raining that hard. So I put on my raincoat, a green classic (read: dated) L.L. Bean coat I likely got in high school in preparation for my summer as a camp counselor. Chica has an equally classic (but much less dated) Lands End hand-me-down from a sweet friend. No worries that it’s probably 2 sizes too big. This just means 2 more years I won’t have to buy her one. Jay reluctantly donned his red one. (He’s the only member of this house with 3+ raincoats, none of which are ever quite right. I do love that guy.) And then there’s poor Bubba with just his everyday hoodie sweatshirt. How many times have I reminded myself I need to get that kid a raincoat?! Thankfully Chica’s raincoat is green. If he can wait two or three years, he’ll eventually have one that fits.
…I get lots of compliments on my footwear. What else would you expect with these hand-me-down beauties from Nana?
…there are no lines at Day in the Park. Our kids hardly ever ride rides because they either cost too much or the lines are too long. Well, today we had neither excuse to deny them because the rides were free and only crazy people take their kids to play in the park in the rain. So Bubba rode the train two times in a row, they both tried out the ponies, and all three of us rode the spinning ride until I was afraid I would get sick. I hope to never forget the sound of all three of us giggling as we whirled round and around.
…you still run into lots of friends. Apparently many of our friends happen to be crazy people as well because we still ended up seeing lots of them there. Perhaps my favorite was seeing our friends together as a family of four instead of their usual weekend family of three. Yay for new a new job as a student that means dad gets to do fun things on the weekend!
…it doesn’t always pour. Sometimes rain means just as much fun, or more!
chica and bubba 