our sandbox. It looks innocent enough. DH wanted to make one and I guess I didn't voice my concerns loudly enough because before I knew it he was actually doing it. Which is typical. When he has a project in mind he doesn't usually drag his feet. I was surprised he chose to put it on the porch...I thought somewhere way in the back where the sand might drop off on the trek back to the house would be nice, if we had to have one. He wanted it where the kids could use it every day and where I'd be willing to go and take the lid off of it. So it's 4 feet from our back door. My friend Kriste has a great sandbox that the kids love. And that drives her nuts. We had been there to play many times and every time I was happy the fun sandbox was at her house. I had the wet soggy pool mess and she had the sandy, grainy sandbox mess. It was a good system.
Now I have both. DH was right, the kids love it. They play there often and long and that part is nice. It makes the hugest mess. That part is not so nice. They come in with sand in their hair and ears and clothes. They drag in piles of it. It falls off their clothes and onto the couch, carpet and anywhere else they go. The tub gets full of grim. And now that's its almost summer and the sandbox is between the pool and the house I am sure we'll have "mud" and even more fun. Plus E loves to throw it all over the deck, on the house, at the windows, at the dogs.
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I hope you're ready for us. We love to play in the sand, but we are very very messy. Especially my little Spencer!
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