Some Things Just Come Naturally
It's always amazing to me when I think about how many behaviors I see in my boys that are not learned or taught... they just come naturally. There is the obvious sin nature... I have never taught my kids to lie, bite or scream - but those are just naturally born into them. I've never taught them to pick their noses or stick small things in their ears - but those just come naturally as well. I think it's somehow wired into a boy that if there is a small hole, one must stick his finger (and Lord willing, only his finger and not a pea or rock or marble) in that small hole. Another thing that just comes naturally is puddle stomping. From my experience, if a boy (and this may be true of girls, but not having any girls, I could not speak from any sort of experience) sees a puddle, his mind kicks into autopilot and he naturally gravitates towards the puddle. It's as if he cannot help but move toward the puddle, and if no redirection occurs, he cannot help but stomp in it.
The thaw has finally begun here in Nearly, Canada. We have had several days with the temperatures above 40. I'm relatively certain once we hit 50 degrees, the boys will think it's warm enough to get out the Slip-n-Slide! Because of the mass amounts of snow we have on the ground, the melting is creating rivers and massive puddles.
Yesterday, the boys donned their rain boots (Obed in his one-size-too-big snow boots since we have yet to find rain boots for him) and we went puddle stomping. Obed was the first one out on the sidewalk, and without the least bit of encouragement or instruction, he was drawn to a large puddle as a bug is to a light. And he stomped to his heart's content (and amazingly, did not fall down even once!).
Obed both stomping and throwing a snowball.
Ezra and Asher, delighted to be outside, in their fire coats, stomping puddles... pretty much a perfect day in their minds!
All three boys standing on an ice-bridge, watching their "boats" flow down the street river.
Ezra and Obed stomping.
Ezra's wet pants after he, the most coordinated of the three, fell in a rather large mud puddle. Good thing we were close to home!
The thaw has finally begun here in Nearly, Canada. We have had several days with the temperatures above 40. I'm relatively certain once we hit 50 degrees, the boys will think it's warm enough to get out the Slip-n-Slide! Because of the mass amounts of snow we have on the ground, the melting is creating rivers and massive puddles.
Yesterday, the boys donned their rain boots (Obed in his one-size-too-big snow boots since we have yet to find rain boots for him) and we went puddle stomping. Obed was the first one out on the sidewalk, and without the least bit of encouragement or instruction, he was drawn to a large puddle as a bug is to a light. And he stomped to his heart's content (and amazingly, did not fall down even once!).
Obed both stomping and throwing a snowball.
Ezra and Asher, delighted to be outside, in their fire coats, stomping puddles... pretty much a perfect day in their minds!
All three boys standing on an ice-bridge, watching their "boats" flow down the street river.
Ezra and Obed stomping.
Ezra's wet pants after he, the most coordinated of the three, fell in a rather large mud puddle. Good thing we were close to home!
posted by Kirsten at
10:03 AM
3 Comments:
I can confirm that girls are also hardwired from birth to puddle-stomp. We took her out for the first time last Friday, and she immediately scoped out the mud then headed for the puddles. When I let her loose on the back patio yesterday, she immediately gravitated to the puddle like a duck to water...then the impulse to try to climb the snow (she's much too ambitious to be my child).
I'm still amazed at all the snow still on the ground! Looks like many more massive puddles in the future for your little ducks to splash in. I'm glad they were able to get outside!
Further proving your point.... On our walk this morning, Mattaya spied a pile of mud. And belly-flopped on it. Sigh.
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