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After Carter went down for a nap today, Emma asked to go out to stomp in the puddles of our rainy, rainy day.  I watched her tromp around our cul-de-sac from the dry porch for a while, until she came up to the porch and said, "Do you want to come march in the puddles with me?"  It was an offer I couldn't resist.  So I rolled up my pants, got an umbrella, ("why, mom, so you can be like me?") and ventured out into the 4 year old world of puddle stomping.  We stomped and sang "the ants go marching" and Emma wouldn't let me do the actions (you know, shut the door, tie my shoe, etc.) because she was "the little one".  I am so glad I got off the porch and out into the rain – thanks, Emma – you are my rain stomper.