It's a sandbox!! The boys have always had a little Tupperware container full of sand that they played in at our last two houses, but now that we are moved into this house, and we know that we don't want to go anywhere else for a good long time, we thought it was time to plunk down a real sandbox. We made the mistake of telling Jack about it a week ago, and although we hadn't planned to build it for at least another month or so, he asked EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Needless to say we are total pushovers.
The backyard has a long way to go - but it has a lot of potential to be an awesome place to hang out. We have a rock-covered area (patio?) at the back of our house, and we thought it would be great to have the sandbox down there so that the kids could play while we hung out at the table or the fire pit.
Matt and Jack built the frame, while Luke and I dug out the rocks and got a start on digging down a few inches so the sandbox could settle in. My brother Everett came over to help, and in no time at all we were making real progress.
We still need to build a real cover, or risk having the largest litter box in town, but right now we simply have a piece of plywood that we drag off when we want to play, and put back on when we are finished. It's not ideal but it is fine for now.
Did you have a sandbox when you were little? I still remember my dad building ours, and have high hopes that Jack will remember building this one with his Daddy.