It's raining sand

Today is memorial day and we enjoyed a warm windy day in the sun. Me-mere and Pe-pere joined us in the afternoon and helped us complete "Le Sandbox". Earlier this week I bought the wood at Home Depot and had them cut it to size. I lugged it home and sanded it down during naps. I found some scrap plywood and 4x4 in the garage and sanded the plywood too. This weekend I cut a trench in the lawn to sink the sandbox frame into and measured out the cuts that needed to be made in the "found wood". I got my big strong man to cut the wood and he screwed my kit of parts together. We carried it over to the "site" and it fit like a glove. I had some landscape fabric and was going to wait to lay it down for a less windy day. Luckily Me-mere and Pe-pere were their using their noodles and suggested the brilliant idea of flipping the frame over and stapling the fabric to the bottom. They also put to rest Ethan's and my "discussion" about where to get the sand. Multiple trips to beaches siphoning sand away stealthily in the dead of night or one trip to Home Depot and laying down +/-$30 on play sand. Jackie settled it with "why don't we just go and get some now?!" Hot on the heals of this SECOND brilliant idea, I jumped on it before the guys could veto and off to Home depot we went. I loaded 700lb (literally) of sand into our carts, 50lb at a time and we split the bill. Thank you! Back home we loaded the box and Dylan gave the thumbs up after several taste tests. Why is it babies will think nothing of a mouthful of sand yet spit out with a look of disgust a soft, sweet, juicy mango morsel? Last problem to resolve is the cover. Ethan and I are in "discussion" over this now...
Sophia laying the inaugural scoops of sand into the box.

The rest of the gang chipped in and helped to fill it up.And then they played.