Puddles

I can take them absolutely anywhere, but the best part is inevitably a large, muddy puddle. Yet, Vivian will fall in, no matter what, every time. Then she cries and says, "why is it always me?"

Yesterday we went to get in the car and they all had mud splashes up their backs to their necks.

A parking lot from going walking in Waltham. All they wanted to do was finish walking in the woods to return here.

At Fresh Pond Reservoir wading in puddles.