{"id":783186,"date":"2013-04-02T09:24:58","date_gmt":"2013-04-02T16:24:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.preparationeducation.com\/blog\/?p=783186"},"modified":"2013-04-02T09:24:58","modified_gmt":"2013-04-02T16:24:58","slug":"playing-in-the-sand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.preparationeducation.com\/blog\/2013\/04\/playing-in-the-sand\/","title":{"rendered":"Playing in the Sand"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know why I dread sand. I always loved playing in it when I was a kid. I remember my dad made me a huge sandbox right behind our house that took a whole dumptruck load of sand to fill up. My brother and I played for hours in the sand either playing with trucks and tractors or cooking up a whole array of foods with sand as the primary ingredient.<\/p>\n<p>Now though, I&#8217;m responsible to keep things clean, so it has changed my whole perspective on sand. I think it&#8217;s the thought of sand in the shoes, sand in the hair, sand in people&#8217;s ears, sand in the bedsheets at night, sand in the car, sand everywhere, that I don&#8217;t get too excited about. Last week, my sister-in-law decided we should take seven cousins to go play at a beach on the Oregon Coast. It was fun! I enjoyed taking pictures of the kids playing to their hearts content. It was good for the kids too, because they don&#8217;t care if there is sand in their hair or in their bed or wherever. They just get to be one with the sand and that&#8217;s what matters. (They all did have to take showers that night, because they had sand everywhere, in their hair, in their ears, you name it. I managed to only get it between my toes, but I probably didn&#8217;t have as much fun as they did. Although taking pictures is a favorite of mine, so maybe I did.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"JD Boy Buried by prayingmother, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/prayingmother\/8612357992\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8381\/8612357992_85a29b7810.jpg\" alt=\"JD Boy Buried\" width=\"500\" height=\"334\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Some of the kids dug a deep hole. JD Boy wanted to show how deep the hole was. (You might notice that he has a splint on his left hand. He fractured his hand about a week ago while roller blading.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"Baby and Sand 2 by prayingmother, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/prayingmother\/8612358006\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8402\/8612358006_aaf419ff37.jpg\" alt=\"Baby and Sand 2\" width=\"500\" height=\"334\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Baby just loved throwing the sand. She just scooped up sand and threw it and repeated the process over and over. She was in sand heaven.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"Baby and Sand 3 by prayingmother, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/prayingmother\/8611251443\/\"><img class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8108\/8611251443_49e35e5474.jpg\" alt=\"Baby and Sand 3\" width=\"334\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>She also found it challenging to climb the sand hills. She always was asking me to pick her up and carry her, but instead, I stood there and took pictures of her struggling. She doesn&#8217;t look too bad for the struggle. It was good for her.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"Zippy Jumping by prayingmother, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/prayingmother\/8612358034\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8540\/8612358034_a373ca4312.jpg\" alt=\"Zippy Jumping\" width=\"334\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The older girls enjoyed turning the sand dunes into a gymnasium. They jumped. They whirled. They flipped. They cartwheeled. They loved the soft landing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know why I dread sand. I always loved playing in it when I was a kid. I remember my dad made me a huge sandbox right behind our house that took a whole dumptruck load of sand to fill up. 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