I know, I know, I’m supposed to be writing yet another winning blog post (ha!) (and by winning I don’t actually mean winning anything) because it’s still November. Also, this week has seen a couple of seriously lame posts. I realize.

And what am I doing right now? I am scouting salt dough recipes and reading blogs and looking up the ingredients for oat bars and entering Portobello Pixie’s 12 Days of Christmas giveaways and, you know, other really important stuff. Really. Important.

At any rate. Today it rained. A bit. The forecast called for a quarter inch of rain over the course of the day, and I imagine that was pretty close to accurate. The kids were crazy-excited to see water! falling! from the sky! and to splash in the measly puddles.

I always feel guilty when the forecast calls for something other than our typical 70 degree days, because a) since we live in the Land of No Weather (aka San Diego), we’re never prepared for the little bit of weather we do get (we have no rain boots, no slickers, no fun kid umbrellas); and b) the kids enjoy it so much, I feel like we’re depriving them of seasons by living here.

Then I realize I’m a loon and get over it and enjoy the five whole minutes of rain before we get back to our regularly scheduled sunshine all the time.