Meaningful Glances

I woke up from an impromptu nap yesterday to the sweetest little voice you've ever heard asking, in the sweetest way you've ever heard, "Can we go get some sand?" Even after Evelyn repeated these words for the seventh time in rapid succession, it was still brain-hemorrhagingly cute. A little groggy yet, I sauntered out to the living room to find Brigetta resting her eyes momentarily in the rocking chair, having successfully convinced Evelyn to come ask me to go get sand. Mustering our energy, we decided that, it being late in the day, getting sand in the morning would be a better way to go. Evelyn did not agree. Evelyn had also failed to take a nap earlier in the day. So with hugs, consolation, and the promise of sand in the morning, the storm eventually passed.

This morning, as promised, we piled in to the van for a trip to Home Depot, or as Evelyn called it, "The Sand Store." After studying each potential bag for carcinogen warnings and other cautionary statements, we settled on two 50-lb. bags of play sand, one of which now fills Evelyn's turtle box (formerly the turtle pool). She immediately and copiously thanked Daddy for the sand, while simultaneously digging in with her sparkly green "scooper." She's back in the house for a bite of lunch as I write this, but we'll be back out in the sandbox soon.