Splashpad

I love taking my kids to a splashpad.  It's so easy.  Throw on swimsuits, grab a couple towels and a couple water bottles, and we're off.  There is a pretty nice splashpad not too far from our home, but it's always sooooo crowded, and there are a lot of big kids there that aren't really watching out for little ones that get in their way.  Our city recently opened a tiny little splashpad in one of the neighborhoods close to our home.  It is complete with all of about four splashing items, but when you're four years old, you're not interested in fancy.  You just want to be wet.  That's where we've been lately, and apparently no one else knows about it because we have had the place to ourselves a lot.  Today was no different.

Clayton (AKA White Boy) loves the splashpad.  He runs and runs the entire time we're there.  He's soaking wet almost immediately, and he has the time of his life.  He thinks this is the greatest place in the world.

Eli (AKA Other White Boy), on the other hand, can think of other things he'd rather be doing.  Apparently he's not really into splashpads and sprinklers.  I've been a little surprised by this, but maybe it will just take him another year to warm up to the idea.  He generally spends most of the time walking the perimeter of the splashpad.  Heaven forbid he should get a drop of water on his head.

After about an hour today, Eli had watched Clayton run in and out of a little fountain several times.  I was shocked to look up and see him heading over to check it out. 

Then the fountain got a little bit bigger, and reality set in.  He immediately retreated in a panic.

Then he needed a drink.

Check out that sweet face.  Poor baby had a little fall on the edge of the concrete and really did a number on the side of his face.  He wasn't phased by it, but it sure looks ugly tonight.

I love spending time like this with my boys.