Rain!

It rained!  It rained!

A cold front (which means its only in the low 90s instead of the 100s) blew through here starting on Thursday and brought rain with it.  It hasn't rained here in awhile, so we were pretty pumped.

Since the boys were born, we have been in some constant state of drought.  Which means every time it rains, Jackson and Cullen love to just stand on the back porch or the edge of the garage and watch the rain come down.  Pretty sad, isn't it?  Also cute.

Friday evening, we were all sitting on the back porch watching the rain and thunderstorm.  It was nice and cool enough for me to actually feel comfortable and not like I'm roasting on an open flame. All of the sudden a loud thunder boom went off.

"No, you be quiet!" Jackson shouted into the rain after the thunder.

Andrew and I looked at each other and started laughing.  Of all things, Jackson (the child whose volume control is broken some days) is telling the thunderstorm to be quiet.  If only he would follow his own directions at times.