The Heavy and the Rain

Last weeks word was "Heavy". Everything was heavy. Now you've settled into using it on anything heavy or difficult. Moving the chair is "heavy". Carrying the milk carton is "heavy".

This weeks word is "Rain". Not too odd when you look at our climate, I suppose. On any given day you can say "Rain" and be right several times during the day. Yesterday you made the connection that rain meant water. I'm still not sure if you know it means "water from the sky" or if any water will do. But, everytime you look out the window it's "rainy".

Your rain boots are your favorite shoes, although they're not my favorite. You love them because you can put them on by yourself. I dislike them because they come of at anything more than smooth pavement, and especially when I am carrying you. After letting you wear them one day when we went to meet Dad on the way home from work, and picking them up a thousand times or more, they don't get to take trips with you. You do look pretty adorable, though, when you stomp around in them. You look a bit like Farmer Jane out to work in the fields.