It felt like the kids were seeing snow. We broke out the rain jackets and they played out in the rain all afternoon. While they enjoyed their time in the rain, Wes & I headed up to the loft above the garage. The "loft" has become a storage area and we are hoping to one day turn it into the originally planned big game room, but we've got to downsize our "stuff". It is crazy how much you can accumulate in just a few years. We are getting ready for a garage sale, so we spent a few hours going through toys, clothes, tools and just stuff that is of no use to us.
After filling up my car and the back of Wes's truck with "stuff", we were going to make a family trip over to Granny G's house where we are having a garage sale in a few weeks. I was upstairs when Wes told me it would probably be best if he went alone. He said the kids were filthy and buried in sand.
Sure enough this is how I found them, literally buried sand.
They played for at least 3 hours this afternoon without a "mom, she hit me" or a "mom, will you get me this" or a shrieking cry. They were in their own little world and I even had to bribe them to come inside for a shower. It was wonderful!
I have to add that after they brought themselves out of the buried sand, they ditched all clothing below their waist. They thought it was fun to swing without underwear and I saw their bare bums as they repeatedly ran to the swing, stomach first, to fly like superman. Ahhh... the joys of being a country kid!!