The rain started on Sunday and only let up for a couple hours here and there… until this morning. We’ve been trying to keep busy–the days sure go by faster that way!–but it gets a leetle hard when there are cats and dogs falling out of the sky.

Er, uh, not literally, of course, which we all know, but Troy didn’t when I mentioned the cliche the other day. He looked up and asked, “Daw-g? Kit-ee?”

He now pays very close attention to every. little. thing. any of us says. And then he repeats it.

Which means, we’ve officially entered the spelling years.

As in, “I’m going to put the boys down for an N-A-P,” and, “Do you want some I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M?” or, “I think he wants a B-I-G-C-R-A-C-K-E-R.”

And that last one is further evidence that we’ve also entered the adults-talking-like-the-toddler years. Because in this house, a “big cracker” is, apparently, the new name for graham crackers. Of course, if you really want to say it correctly, you must say, “Beeg Cackuh.” Proper pronunciation and all that.

Now what was I talking about? The rainy days–that’s right.

So it’s true we’ve been cooped up a little, but we still manage to find things to do…

Like, spend fifteen minutes playing with the rain dripping off the roof during a downpour.

Then we come inside, change out of the now-wet clothes, and make colorful pictures to send to Daddy. We never, ever tire of coloring pictures for him.

This provides at least one solid half-hour of intense concentration. Stickers are very, very difficult to maneuver with chubby, dimpled hands.
Meanwhile, the littlest member of the family is very busy. He does the job Daddy gave him before he left extremely well. Namely, the job of just looking cute.
Oh, and hanging around.
Literally.
After lunch and naps…

(Praise the Lord for inventing nap time! He knew mommies would need it)

…we take advantage of a lull in the fall of said animals from the sky, and go for a short walk.
And we all know what rain means…

…puddle-jumping.
The littlest one is also taking seriously the job Mommy gave him. Namely, to carry in his stroller the pictures we are going to put in the mailbox for Daddy.
Then we go home, ready to tackle the longest and loneliest part of the day–the evening.

But first we spend some silly time taking funky-looking pictures for Daddy. He says that if he doesn’t see people for a long time, he forgets what they look like, which is an occurrence we’d rather avoid when it comes to the three of us.

Even to the point of taking said pictures with, AHEM, no make-up on. We don’t want him to forget what some of us look like when we’ve been so busy playing in the rain, coloring pictures, napping, puddle jumping and mail delivering that we haven’t even had time to take a shower yet.

Troy and Merritt want to make sure everyone knows they don’t always look like this, of course.
They want you to know they are usually much more put together. Just to be clear on that one.

Ahem.

And, yes, one of these was taken on a different day. A slightly more “put together” day. You are not seeing things.

But most importantly, Daddy can see that we are still smiling, even though we miss him terribly.
We’ll make it through, rainy days and all. Because God is sufficient and is often proving His faithfulness through the amazing people He’s put in our lives… but that’s a WHOLE ‘nother post, peeps.
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