a. woke up quite proud to have earned her third marble after again sleeping through the night. she had developed a bad habit after her tonsil/adenoid surgery – waking in the middle of the night screaming for mom or dad. i’m sure at first it was real pain. by the way adenoid not adenoids or as our doctor suggested “i could split it in half if you want”. anyhow, i was pretty spent this morning after a night on the patio with r. (my insanely awesome counter weight) and then watching marijuana documentaries on netflix. pretty interesting stuff. one followed the growing season of four groups in northern california. after breakfast, which h. decided to destroy before eating, we headed to the library for story time. a great animated woman was telling stories about animals decisions as they go through the woods and meet obstacles. the girls were shy at first and ended up enjoying the up and down hand clapping. also some giraffe finger painting – a. decided making the giraffe’s poop first would be more entertaining. there was a great bonus at the library – two stay at home dads – i don’t think they were dad #1 and dad #2. after story time they were heading to dublin park (a huge great park with swimming, playground, frisbee golf, and soccer fields) . i overheard this and creepily, cause introducing myself at a few points during the story telling would have been awkward, i made my way to dublin park. i was totally going there anyway.

and this brings us to the first rain of the day.

as we wound our way to the top of the hill where a castle park was perched the rain started to gently fall. a. exclaimed that she loved rain and insisted we get out and explore the park. h. and i didn’t share her enthusiasm, but after seeing her face i started to mind trip on how awesome this must seem to her young mind and i spun away from my jaded adult “god i’m going to get wet” mentality and embraced the rain. we had fun until the rain got a little more serious and we decided it best to get home. oh – my office gets carpet on monday which is really cool cause i will have my own space to not only decorate with my floral pattern window treatments, but to write focused (more focused) blogs.
we got home, ate lunch, met the carpet lady, and h. woke up.

“let’s go for a walk to the creek and feed the fish” a. says. “well a. it looks like rain.” to which she replies “i love the rain dad. remember this morning i totally love the rain”
a. peddling like mad to the creek on her trike and h. in a stroller. a. is the “line leader” and h. and i are along for the ride. i tried to creep past her a few times, but was quickly reminded of my place in the parade. as we got half way through the park i clue a. in that the rain is coming and we better hurry up a bit. the sky started to darken and a lone woman walker heading back to her banged up beamer smiled through “it’s coming i checked the radar”
a. started to peddle a bit faster and my legs started to chop. we had to pass over grass and red clay that was already wet from the morning “happy” rain. as we round into our subdivision the rain starts, our pace quickened and a.’s love of rain fell into question. one, two, three downpour. we asked a lady if we can cut through her yard “it’s a bit uphill and narrow but yes”
i had the trike on my back and was one handing the stroller through narrow black mud/red mud shit storm as a. is screaming her head off. we started to push through an empty red mud lot and the stroller stops. i pick up the stroller, the trike and a. continues to yell at the world, cry, and to her credit run back through the lot to get her sisters water bottle. all the while three men in nice attire watch the display from a porch.
we made it to the garage and a. says she never will like rain again. it took her a good 20 minutes to get herself together and h. was totally unaffected – of course she had a cover over her the whole time. we all took 5 minute breathers in our own rooms – a nice way of saying i couldn’t handle any more crying and shivering — okay – i’m not cold, really, it was pretty over the top dramatic and i just couldn’t keep consoling a. – when i knew she was fine.

we rounded out the afternoon with a dj dance party – that ended when the dj claimed he was the “real motherfucker” – whoops. “we all know daddy’s the real motherfucker” i said and turned the liar off.

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