One of the nicest things about living in our own place is that we’re not subjected to the in-laws strange ideas about child rearing (like children must never play in water because it will make them deathly ill).
We’re right at the start of the rainy season and we’ve been experiencing afternoon downpours for a couple of weeks. After being cooped up inside for a couple of hours during a particularly torrential rainstorm, I let the kids outside to play once it had slowed to a drizzle. Maya has an extra interest in splashing in puddles at the moment due to her obsession with Peppa Pig (she’s also started calling me mummy pig?!)
Happy kids, happy ducks and lots of mud. What’s not to love?