Rainy afternoons

How to embrace the rainy season, beautiful family lifestyle photography and more musings on www.houseofsmilla.com/blog 
How to embrace the rainy season, beautiful family lifestyle photography and more musings on www.houseofsmilla.com/blog
How to embrace the rainy season, beautiful family lifestyle photography and more musings on www.houseofsmilla.com/blog
How to embrace the rainy season, beautiful family lifestyle photography and more musings on www.houseofsmilla.com/blog
How to embrace the rainy season, beautiful family lifestyle photography and more musings on www.houseofsmilla.com/blog

This spring has been a whole lot wetter, greyer and colder than anyone had hoped for. While others felt miserable about the constant rain and thunderstorms, I tried to remain joyful. After all, my time in the Pacific Northwest taught me a thing or two about rainy seasons. 

These are my favorite things about rainy days:

A cup of steamy tea, or two.

Hot baths.

Cuddling up under a blanket.

Cooking warming, comfy food, like my favorite stews and pastas.

Catching up on those cheesy TV shows. Hello, "Outlander".

Working. Yes, editing and blogging is very peaceful, when there is nothing waiting for me outside. 

And then there is my very favorite thing about a rainy day:

When the raindrops hit the rooftop windows of our bedroom, it makes the most wonderful calming sound and the patterns the rain leaves on the window are my favorite thing to watch. I could lay there still for a very long time, just giving in to the water falling from the sky.

Of course, rain comes with a price. I hate the mud we drag in from the woods every morning. Lars, our dachshund, needs a shower after every walk. He is just too low to the ground, therefore getting completely wet and muddy. Also, with a toddler it is not so easy to do all my favorite rainy day things from the list above. However, we added new things to the list, like rolling around on the carpet together, playing tea party, painting with watercolors (I paint, Smilla tries to eat the paint and throw the watercup), or cuddling on the couch together (only five minute increments at a time for my busy toddler). 

When Daddy is home, all the blankets of the house get collected. I need to give up all my clothes pins. Chairs get moved around noisily. The big cushions from our patio furniture are gathered.

My husband's inner child is eager to build a fort. He builds away, with precision and effort. 

Thirty minutes later I find my husband sleeping inside the fort. Smilla, not caring whatsoever about the pile of blankets and pillows, is eagerly trying to destroy the fort.  I'm making another cup of tea.

Ah, we have fun.