Now that David is a mature young man of nearly-three, with the improved dexterity and fine motor skills to show for it, he was desiring something more suitable for his medium and matchbox sized construction vehicles. Sand was the obvious choice. It's been a hit!
Mary looks a little concerned in the above picture. (I'd be concerned too, if I were Mary. Burying a little sister in sand seems right up David's alley.) But Mary was quite happy. This was her first time in the sandbox, and she thought she was hot stuff (see below). She was unsure about what to do with the sand, but, because she hangs on to that pacifier like her life depends on it, she did not consider putting it in her mouth. (There are many disadvantages to the binky, I am well aware--like, it'd be nice to see the smile behind the plastic. But it certainly has its perks. In addition to helping her fall sleep, I recently discovered another bonus--she doesn't put dirt, sand, rocks, grass, or bugs in her mouth if the pacifier is already there.)
