What do you do when your children love digging in the dirt (or rocks, they are not picky) but your husband is anti-children's toys in the back yard? Well, since my flower beds were off limits (due to a little girl constantly picking the flowers and then trying to replant them), we made a redneck sandbox.
A plastic bin that goes belongs in your closet + leftover sugar sand from Uncle Cliff's house = our sandbox. How this is any different than the green turtle sandbox you can buy at Wal-Mart, I can't tell you. The turtle would look nicer, I think, but whatever. :)
Ben has been into riding the bike lately. He can't really ride it, but he likes to say "bike" and try to climb on it.
More sandbox playing.
Ready to move on. Ben has a short attention span.
Mr. Blue Eyes. He has had a haircut since this photo. His cut is cute, but I miss the craziness of the longer hair.
He found their wellies and insisted that they wear them.
Digging in boots. You can see they aren't great at keeping the sand in the box.
There you go. Our redneck sandbox. :)
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