On August 2nd, the boys and I headed to Roseville to get some tomatoes for our annual salsa-making weekend that was fast approaching. My Granny had found some Amish that had some tomatoes at a good price, so we picked her up and then headed down the road to get the tomatoes.
The boys had slept during the ride from Bowling Green, but when we arrived they were ready to explore everything on this farm. Cash was busy checking out the rooster and chickens, while B was sticking closer to Granny but seemed interested in what was in the backyard. Oh, yes, it had rained quite a bit that morning, and there were some nice sized puddles in the yard.
So what did Granny do? She did what any great-grandmother would do, of course. She pulled Baylen's boots off him and they both went splashing through the puddles. From one puddle to the next, they hit them all, with Balyen laughing the entire time.
He started off slow at first...
and then turned it up and went full speed into the ankle-deep water.
Cash was still checking out the chickens roaming around the yard, but he soon joined in.
He, too, started off slow, but ended up jumping from the sidewalk into this deeper puddle.
They had a blast! We ended up sticking around for a bit while they picked some more peppers for us. Notice the little girl on the back porch watching them. It was just one little one at first, but my boys soon drew a crowd. None of them joined in though. Oh, no, this fun was just for two little boys and their Gran-Granny!
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