loud, sandy, & dirty {just another tuesday}

uncle dave called.
said he was having a dump truck full of sand delievered to his driveway today.
and did i want some?
yes!
except for the fact that i had JUST.
and i mean JUST bought 20 more bags of sand from home depot.
like i was driving away and had already paid.
and could not bring myself to return them.
due to the fact that i had just spent the last 20 min begging those nice men at home depot to load those 20 bags of sand into my jeep.
and could they please position them so that my jeep would not bottom out from the 1,000 pounds of sand they were loading in?
so i couldn't possibly return it.
but could i please have the extra sand when he's all done so i didn't have to come back for the more sand i knew i was going to need?
i mean really, we dug quite the sandbox for ourselves.
so i called bree and she brought the troops over to the family yard for the big sand show.
max and i picked up icee's on the way.
it was bigger than her.

and boy, those BOYS thought it was a darn good show.

 i absolutely LOVE how they both have their arms behind their backs,

looking at the sand coming out.

it was loud,

and sandy,

and dirty.

what more could a 3 yr old boy ask for?

 max was really not sure about the entire thing.

she had to be held,

and clung to my shirt.

i loved it.

and then she realized it was just sand.

not scary.

just sand.

and thinking she's 3 and all,

that she would just go climb that big huge sand pile with the boys.

 and then slide all the way down on her tummy.

but the boys called it sliding down on her skateboard.

whichever.

 just another tuesday.

oh how i love tuesdays.