This last week, the boys and I took a little break from all the party planning and connected crafting to head down to the river. It was a little cool when we got there, but we had the beach to ourselves. We unloaded shovels and buckets and sifters and knitting, each set about our work. The oldest promptly began digging. First it was the river's edge. Later it was a deep tunnel under a log. He was in heaven. The little one made sand angels, threw rocks into the river, and searched for buried treasure. There was constant narration for all the activity.
I got to sit and knit while the boys were playing. We've entered a delightful stage this summer where both boys are better able to entertain themselves for extended periods of time. They are both careful about safety, no one is eating the sand, and they will happily join together or with other children to create new worlds while I watch form a distance. It is heavenly to be able to have a little "me time" without having to be away form them.
As the morning drifted towards lunch, we pulled out the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the boys made before we left home. With a bag of carrots, peas, and cherries, we had some serious fine dining, and the little one even believes it all tastes better with a fine coating of sand. We saw crawdads and tadpoles, watched boats float past, and felt the warm sunshine on our bodies. It felt like summer.
We can't wait to go again!
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