My Sandman

My friend Beth and her daughter Isabella are heading back to Indiana next week, so we're trying to log as much Molnar goodness as we can before they leave. :( Sniff, sniff.

Beth and I met up in a park late one afternoon for a quick playdate. Isabella's on the shy side, so sometimes this is as close as she lets cute boys get. She even has a stick for protection.

I thought sand would be a grave deterrent for my commando crawler. Sadly, I was wrong. If anything, it's motivation. He absolutely loves the sand: playing in it, crawling in it, anything! It doesn't bother him one bit if it gets all over his feet, in his hair, on his clothes, down his diaper. Sigh. Mom on the other hand . . . .

This much I have learned:
1. Overalls are like shovels in the sand. Onesies are a much better wardrobe option when crawling through a sandbox; they lend themselves to a lesser amount of sand in places mommies don't want to see sand.
2. A boy who is known for not putting things in his mouth will put sand in his mouth.
3. The perfect time of day for sandbox time is after the last nap of the day. That way, we can go straight from the sandbox, to the stroller, to the bath. Happy baby, happy mommy!

My Will is a genuine boy!