Jordan actually let Silas hammer in nails. He started with the tack hammer, to lessen possible injury. But of course Silas wanted Dad's hammer...so Jordan patiently assisted in a lesson.
Once the box was constructed, Silas got the vision and could not contain himself waiting for the sand. He jumped up and down in the box while Jordan hauled 12 bags of sand from his truck to the back yard.
Once the sand starting going in, Silas stayed in the box and played with his trucks even while Jordan was dumping in the bags and sending the sand dust all over.
This happy little boy did NOT want dinner or bed time that day...just the sand box!
So over the last few days, he has asked for the sandbox rain or shine. If we are out running errands he will say to me "Mom, I go home now and play in sandbox?" or when he gets up from his nap "Time for the sandbox, Mom?". This morning it was raining and not above 50 degrees. He put on his rain boots and rain jacket with hood and went out to make sand castles. Amazing. I am so thankful for Silas' sense of adventure and creativity, and so thankful for my husband who always does projects to the highest standard and spoils his family. Of course we have already had to clean sand out of our little fountain twice, and when we did fill up the pool with water it quickly became a beach at the bottom, and I have sand grains on my kitchen floor pretty much all the time now and have already nearly doubled my laundry loads, but it is TOTALLY worth it for the joy it brings Silas. And I am already invisoning many afternoons of laying out in my lawn chair while Silas happily moves from the putting green to the sand box to the pool and back again. Thanks Jordan!
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