To celebrate Henry's new "big boy" status, we took him outside to be introduced and enjoy one of the few things Alaskan breakup has to offer--really massive, street-long puddles! What kiddo doesn't love puddles? We expect as the years go by, puddle jumping will only get more and more fun. He had no idea what was going on. The boy is not used to wearing boots, and surely can't remember any outdoor ground that wasn't covered in snow since it has been so many, many months since we've seen anything else. I can't wait for a little more melt, and for him to get a bit sturdier on those new walking feet so he can jump through them and make a big, happy, splashing mess. We decided to hold onto him this time because his legs went all noodly the minute the boots hit his feet. Well, that and the fact that the majority of Anchorage is an enormous bumpy ice rink.