Singing in the rain

Weather's horrid here at the moment. Sheets of rain and the sky turns grey quicker than you can say "it's precipitating domestic quadrapeds".

Standing in the kitchen this morning making lunch and brek simultaneousl, I could hear Bax in the shower singing "it's raining, it's pouring..." word perfect, and every single word. So funny and cute. Even at that age, he can't help but sing in the shower "It's Waining, it's pawing, old man snawing, bumped head outta bed, couldn't getup in da mawning".

Then later G called to say he had got caught on the phone to his dad and he'd forgotten to close the front door. Izzie was happily riding her ride on cow around the house, bax was asleep. When G finished his call he looked around for Izzie, couldn't find her. Panicked.

He ran outside to find her out on the lane, very muddy, soaking wet because it had been raining so hard, shivering but grinning ear to ear, still riding her cow. She ridden it down the hall, out the front door, along the patio, down the steps, down the path, across the lawn, past the car, down the drive, to the lane. Poor midget.

I think G is probably getting pretty cabin feverish, he's very outdoorsy and I have a feeling our house is getting smaller and smaller the longer this bad weather lasts.