My Statue of David

Yesterday was a beautiful, near perfect day.



I went on a run. There were very few timeouts. I had several opportunities to hang out with my cool neighbors. The weather was PERFECT. Eric had no meetings. We had time together as a family. While Eric ran to pick up dinner, all of the kids rediscovered the sandbox. Every spring when this rediscovery happens, they are so content to dig and be friends with each other.









We ate yummy Costa Vida, and Eric and I decided the evening was pretty close to heaven as there was no fighting and we were eating great food in great company under the clear blue sky.

After dinner the kids went back to digging and building volcanoes. This building led to needing water for the volcanoes (of course). So we decided to fill up the wading pool with water for them to retrieve more easily for the sandbox (cue major cleaning ahead).

Water + sand = really wet sand and mud in some places which equals kids getting really dirty and wet which equals lots of Spray 'n Wash.






Ezra and Evy thought the ice cold water was just fine. They both stripped down to nothing and decided to play, splash, and lie down in the freezing cold hose water. We insisted Evy come out for a warm bath when her feet were literally turning reddish-purplish.

As she was being watched in the bath, I went out to coax Ezra into the house. As I rounded the corner, I heard, "Mom, I need a wipe!" and then beheld this sight:




Yeah, like a wipe would help clean that work of art!

Even though A LOT of cleaning was necessary, last night was a ton of fun--one which I hope the kids will remember for a long time--and one that is prepping me for one fun summer (hopefully--ask me mid-August).