Morning Sandbox Play

In his jammies and "sasses," no less!

Cute story about the bubbles: Isaac wanted to hold the container while he blew bubbles, but being the busy toddler that he is, he quickly forgot he had the container in his hand. He grabbed at a leaf in the sand and dumped some of the liquid without noticing. But he did notice the liquid in the sand and figured out that the bubbles had somehow spilled and said, "Uh oh! The bubbohs!" A minute later he did it again, but this time caught himself in the act of spilling. He jumped and sucked in his breath out of surprise and looked at me, his eyes as big as quarters. Then he walked over to the sandbox seat, put the bubbles down and came in for a hug with a look of defeat on his face. He was sad that he accidentally spilled his bubbles. I hugged him and told him to call to Dad and tell him the bubbles were gone. He walked to the edge of the sandbox and screamed, "Daddy! ... Bubbohs! ... Gone!" to Ben who was on the patio. Ben couldn't hear him, so he repeated himself--louder this time, "Daddy! Gone!"

This kid. I can't get enough of him.