This may look like JUST abucket of toys, but oh it is much much more.
In our last house we lived five houses from the park. We would play there a lot. We began using this bucket because it was easy to carry and a great place for the sand to stay (not in the stroller/garage/house). It has now become like a member of our family when we go to the park we grab it. It has entertained our kiddos and other little ones for hours. It is amazing how a box this size with this amount of toys can entertain a massiveamount of kids. Yesterday Larissa and I took our kids to a park nearby (we could do it because of the monsoon weather) and of course packed bikes, balls, scouters, and the sand toy bucket. We were the only ones there for a long time and then people started coming in mass amounts. Here we were at this fun park with lots of new updated equipment to play on and what did all the kids want to play with, yep our sand toys. Some just wanted a shovel, some a truck, some a measuring cup and some a bucket. It is amazing to me how much kids like to play in the sand. I am grateful to have something as simple and easy to tote around as our "bucket of toys!" Lot's of memories have been made.
Tuesday, July 8 we went to the movies. Larissa and Lisa bought the summer movie package, so we tagged along. It was Cole's FIRSTtheatre movie. We saw "Alvin and The Chipmunks". He made it through half of it before we walked the hallway. He is ALLtwo. He did not want to take pictures. Doesn't he know I have to blog everything we do? Boy is he on one! He wanted to play in the video game section. I was hoping he wouldn't see that section. He is SO mad.
“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really there, and that I really lived.” M. Hinkley