Noah loves the sand! Through the years, he has literally brought buckets worth of sand home. During the preschool years, it would fall out of every article of clothing. His shoes held the most sand. There were times I would want to cry over the mess, like right after I washed the car or cleaned the house. I was reassured by many that these days would quickly pass. Little did they know!
During Noah's first grade year, one of Samantha's former teachers was telling me a story about a boy. She said that she noticed this kid was covered from head to toe in sand. Apparently, it was quite a sight! Upon further investigation, she realized it was Noah. I had to chuckle! That's my boy!
Just this past week while Sam was desperate to ride the waves, Noah was just as happy to play in the sand (new surfboard and all). He loves to build and design! Over the years, I have learned to overlook the mess a bit, as I have come to enjoy and appreciate his creativity. As long as he doesn't build his house upon the sand, I think we will be okay.
During Noah's first grade year, one of Samantha's former teachers was telling me a story about a boy. She said that she noticed this kid was covered from head to toe in sand. Apparently, it was quite a sight! Upon further investigation, she realized it was Noah. I had to chuckle! That's my boy!
Just this past week while Sam was desperate to ride the waves, Noah was just as happy to play in the sand (new surfboard and all). He loves to build and design! Over the years, I have learned to overlook the mess a bit, as I have come to enjoy and appreciate his creativity. As long as he doesn't build his house upon the sand, I think we will be okay.
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