Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Eating Sand...

So Noah is obsessed with being outside. He has always loved outdoors since he was an infant. He stands at the back door and bangs and bangs and bangs, hollering the whole time, until one of us opens the door to let him outside. Once that door is open, he feels liberated! A huge grin spreads across his chubby face and he is off - headed straight for the sand box. He loves to climb on top of the lid while it's closed. He feels as if he is King of the Sandbox and has conquered his Land of Dirt. With the lid off, he climbs right in - one leg over the wall and then the other tumbling after. He immediately gets a handful of sand to taste. Yum. A mouthful of sand. He looks at us with his gritty, dirt-covered teeth saying, "Look what I ate". He loves to drive his alligator truck and bulldozer in the sand piles. Then he spots the several dog tennis balls in the backyard and off he goes to play "fetch" with Rocky. He loves to waddle around the yard retrieving the balls and then throwing them about 2 feet away. It's funny watching him chase after Rocky to get the ball back. He squeals until Rocky drops the ball at his feet. Too sweet.