Wet Butt Parenting

Keva and I are practicing the art of wet butt parenting. The fall rains have come and we didn't think to move the back yard rocking chair onto the front porch. When Keva went to give Kale his 'night time cuddles' he got a little damp but kept Kale warm and dry in a big fleece blanket. My wet butt came from letting Kale talk me into going down the slides at the park with him. Not something I plan on repeating because walking all the way home with a cold tusch on a windy day is not my idea of a good time.