My good friend gave us a half a yard of sand. Sooo...like any good parent Ryan dropped everything and made a sand box (quit his job, bishopric-that's why he's still wearing his office shirt to do his real full time job). Ezra was very useful at scooping the dirt out into position. We mortgaged the house, sold everything to make the nicest sand box on the block (granted it is the only one on the block). It would've been cheaper to have bought a cheap plastic already made one but Ryan's an architect. He built it.
Ryan used up some materials he got for free from an over stock warehouse (the advantage of being the part owner of a design build firm). Normally this attractive plastic sits decoratively in our garage taking up the length of a car. It seems a shame to not use this $995. priced sheet on something a little more exotic but it's out of the garage (and in fact we still have it's twin occupying the adjoining space). And it does make a beautiful, rain resistant cover (and bottom if they ever dig that far).
If that wasn't enough sand we had another day of sunshine so we ran to the beach. True the Washington beaches are more rock than sand but we found a small patch of not-to-rocky comfort. And after all boys can make use of water and earth of any kind.
We went with Ezra's friend Jameson. Between the two of them (and perhaps a small contribution from both of their moms) we had enough sand to add a nice new layer to the sand box. Unfortunately it the sand mostly got as far as the car :) And yet we love and always go back for more whenever we get the chance.
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