I love rainy days and would be perfectly content for everyone to just stay inside, drink hot drinks and read lots of good books while we watch the rain outside. Sounds lovely, but not terribly realistic in a houseful of imaginative, energetic kids. I'll confess, my desire for them to stay inside is ~~partly~~ mostly so that I don't have to deal with the inevitable mud that comes with these wet days, but I guess I'm also pretty glad that they would rather get out there and play in the rain. And getting to see these dirty, chubby knees (and feet and legs and arms and two different outfits) isn't the worst thing in the world.

Rainy day sink bath joy...