It’s been raining in Los Angeles. For days.
If you know anything about LA, you know it rarely rains.
It’s weird how unused to rain you can become. How it can familiar, yet completely foreign it can seem all of a sudden.
Greg has been bummed out by it. But me? I miss the rain. I’ve been loving the sound of water rushing through the gutters, of windshield wipers, of tires on wet asphalt.
On the first full day of the rain we dug out Vera’s raincoat and boots and went outside to explore. Jules was on my chest in a carrier as I took these, making faces at her big sister.
Veronica demonstrated the fine art of puddle-jumping.
Vera has been very insistent about dressing herself these days. She has incredibly strong opinions about what she wants to wear, what looks good, and very interesting ideas about what matches. Most of the time I just give in. She wore pajamas to the promenade the other night. She wore socks with sandals to school on Thursday. She insists on pushing her headband towards her face, like some weird Hello Kitty version of Karate Kid, and there’s just nothing I can do about it.
This outfit was all her.
But it was a good one. The bandaids in particular, are a nice detail.
The kid also loves nothing more than hamming it up for Jules.
And she has no problem expressing herself.
Rain or shine.