Henry and Max at the sand table.
Max has yet to learn the self defeating nature of flinging sand.
Moments in good parenting #127:
Henry eating Cocoa Puffs (the whole grain ones) while in his bee costume.
Bought a simple HO train at a yard sale today.
Henry really gets into his trains...
Felice just found an egg from the Easter egg hunt behind the piano.
I wonder if it is still edible?
4 comments:
My wife will not let me build a sandbox in the backyard as she is afraid of all the sand the kids will track into the house after playing outside. Have you found that to be a problem?
Sand would be the least offensive thing tracked into the house. Between the dog and the kids we are developing a layer of topsoil in the living room...
But in terms of sand particularly, it tends to get into the shoes and creases of clothing so a small amount does get into the house, but it is negligible. You can just get a good doormat and make them do a shimmy before entering the house to get rid of it.
It could be a good excuse to get an leaf blower - just blow all the sand off 'em before they come in...
I wish the doormat would work, but I am usually dragging them back into the house kicking and screaming. I've also thought about giving them their own garden area for flowers and crops. That would really make a mess!
I think you have two options:
1) get an air shower of the sort they use in clean rooms. Force the kids to completely strip before coming into the house.
2) break the news gently to your wife that you have two boys, and that sand will probably be the least of the terrible messes they'll cause as they grow up.
I once brought a large snapping turtle that I found in the graveyard pond home for my mom, and I also once poured a mixture of sugar and maple syrup into her winter boots, because I was curious to see what would happen. That's just stuff I remember...
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