Here's the sand our neighbors got to install a patio. They are evil,
evil people. They didn't install it right away, of course, they just left this overwhelming temptation sitting there for days, right by our property line. Nothing but (in)house arrest could have kept the boys away from it, and my pleas, threats, punishments, and promises of rewards fell on very deaf ears (just like a lot of things I say) but I believe they were actually incapable of removing themselves. We had to make a choice: get rid of the boys, or get our own sand.
So the boys went with Pop, and judging by their expressions, we are BAD parents for not thinking of this much sooner.
Pop tilled and leveled the ground...
which tilling caused a couple of snakes to come shooting out of the ground (and here Cole is trying to secure them both - one for each hand)...
then Pop built a box, Cole sprayed it down...
and I had forgotten (from my own youthful years) how many hours could be spent contemplating all that sand can do,
and all the places you can put it.
Next step: enclosing with wire fencing, a spring-shut door, and roof on top (no
cats,
no cats, and a rain cover to maximize the sandbox season.)
So the boys went with Pop, and judging by their expressions, we are BAD parents for not thinking of this much sooner.
Pop tilled and leveled the ground...
which tilling caused a couple of snakes to come shooting out of the ground (and here Cole is trying to secure them both - one for each hand)...
then Pop built a box, Cole sprayed it down...
and I had forgotten (from my own youthful years) how many hours could be spent contemplating all that sand can do,
and all the places you can put it.
Next step: enclosing with wire fencing, a spring-shut door, and roof on top (no cats, no cats, and a rain cover to maximize the sandbox season.)
2 comments:
Yes, Ma, you and your brother did spend many happy hours in your sandbox - you building it and your brother flooding what you built! That picture of one of the boys with the hose brought back those memories. You and we would get so MAD at him! And you are still the best of friends! Go figure!
We have had an array of sand boxes and things to equip them both in California and in Happy Holbrook. So many hours were spent, so many items/toys/GI-Joes buried and forgotten to turn up later, so many cautions not to terrorize the other guys in the box to little avail. It's a grand investment in childhood.
We have more than our share of sand in NEAZ
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