Right now the bed of our truck looks like a sandbox. I'm working on expanding my garden, so when I went to pick up the kids from my parents' (thanks Mom and Dad for watching them, AGAIN!), I stayed an extra day, and my mom helped me shovel and screen a load of sand to work into my soil (hooray for free stuff!). The sand won't get shoveled into the garden until tomorrow (I'm worn out for today), so in the meantime, the truck bed full of sand has provided an evening of unexpected fun for Bree and Mason. They were already filthy from playing in the dirt at Grandma's house, so I let them accumulate as much sand in their hair, shoes, underwear, and diaper as was humanly possible.
And yes, Bree is still wearing her nightgown. Am I embarrassed to admit that she's been wearing it for two nights and two days now? Maybe a little. But the fact that she adores the comfy nightgown that I sewed for her just makes my heart so happy. She doesn't want to wear anything else. I guess I'd better get started sewing the three other nightgowns I bought fabric for. Thankfully they are ridiculously easy to sew. I might have to make a few more for good measure, and let her wear them as play dresses. She is very particular about her clothes, and hates anything that isn't comfortable. Mason, however, is usually not picky about the style of his clothes. I do try to close his drawer quickly after I've grabbed whatever is on the top, or else he'll be pointing at something better that he's spotted. Tonight, before I could get the PJ drawer shut, he pointed, "Baseball!" So I grabbed the baseball PJs. But under that was the even more coveted, "Mih Mouse!" (Mickey Mouse). Thank goodness for small battles. It lets my children feel like they can win sometimes. Because sadly, despite their protests, tomorrow the sandbox will disappear. Sorry kids, but I'll be winning that one.