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Sand is My Friend!

I have finally succumbed to the kids' desire to play with sand! I have married my knowledge of sandbox disease, my dislike of the gritty stuff personally, and my children's longing for sand to play with and have come up with a workable solution: a plastic under-bed box with a lid. Seems simple, doesn't it? Well, it is, and it works!

So, we introduced the sand "box" last weekend, and we store it in the garage all covered up. We only play with it outside, with bare feet or Crocs on, and we wash off before or as soon as we come in.

The good news is that the kids now think I am the best Mom ever. The great news is that for the 20 minutes we play in sand, Dania stays by the box and doesn't dart into the street!! It is the most relaxing 20 minutes outside of naptime!

So, folks, it's a hit! Sand in a box with a lid under strict regulations is quite fun for all. See? You can be an anal, obsessive Mommy and still let your kids have fun! (And I even let them eat spaghetti with sauce!)

Tomorrow, we go to the zoo! Can't wait to write to you about that!
Angie

P.S. Oh, and by the way, since Daddy is out of town tonight, we watched a movie and ate popcorn (in the living room - shh!) as a group. Calysta loved Fly Away Home; I knew she would! What was cool, though, was our Zoobooks magazine that came in the mail was all about waterfowl (ducks, geese, that sort of thing), so it was like I planned it! Yay, Me! (umm, I didn't plan it, so Thanks, God! for tying that together like a lesson for us!)

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