Ian loves storms.  I think it’s his delight in all things noisy that makes him exclaim, “Oh!  There’s Daddy Thunder! And there’s Mommy Thunder! Ian thunder should be coming next week, I think.”

“Mommy, those birds can come in and get a warm, dry towel.  Then when the storm is over, they can go fly again.”

“Look, Mommy, the rain is making puddle stompin’ for me and my friends!”

PS… in case you’re wondering, that pic is what you get when Ian insists I go up the steps on the playground, then he takes off down the slide and tries new things.