I let my children play in real, unsterilized, not-from-a-bag-from-Home-Depot,
dirt. We used to have a sandbox, full of clean, white, sterilized play sand. After many years, the kids wore the sandbox out, so we dragged it to the curb. Where the sandbox used to be is a bare, dusty patch of good old dirt. They've been having more fun digging and playing there than they ever did in the actual sandbox. They have another dirt patch on the side of the driveway, in the tire tracks left by the van, and they also play in the dirt that's in the gutter down by the road. It's OK though- as luck would have it, our house came equipped with a bodily dirt removal facility, complete with a liquid dirt remover dispenser (aka the bathtub), as well as a very high tech computerized machine for removing the dirt from clothing.
We eat a lot of donuts. Our children had a friend come over after church one day recently, and as is our custom, we stopped on the way home to pick up some donuts. The child told us that in his family, they only eat donuts maybe once a year! I nearly keeled over at the very thought. I try to eat donuts at least once a week. Our family is still mourning the closing of Krispy Kreme, and we are seriously considering a trip to Pennsylvania just to get some of their wonderful donuts. As a self-proclaimed food snob, I eat a surprising amount of decidedly un-snobby, even down right trashy, food. Like Little Debbie cakes. And anything from Taco Bell. I'm to much of a snob to set foot in a chain restaurant like Olive Garden or Cheesecake Factory, but I love me a good Big Mac. I love the chemical aftertaste that comes of eating Zingers. I am sitting here with a Butterfinger hangover, because Matt bought too much Halloween candy. I need to remind him never to buy more candy than he is wiling to risk having me eat while he is at work.
And this is not a secret, but I had to go out and buy a
steel gate, because as you saw the other day, Fly ate her way out through the old wood one. And though she tried, she could NOT squeeze herself underneath.
I let my children play in real, unsterilized, not-from-a-bag-from-Home-Depot, dirt. We used to have a sandbox, full of clean, white, sterilized play sand. After many years, the kids wore the sandbox out, so we dragged it to the curb. Where the sandbox used to be is a bare, dusty patch of good old dirt. They've been having more fun digging and playing there than they ever did in the actual sandbox. They have another dirt patch on the side of the driveway, in the tire tracks left by the van, and they also play in the dirt that's in the gutter down by the road. It's OK though- as luck would have it, our house came equipped with a bodily dirt removal facility, complete with a liquid dirt remover dispenser (aka the bathtub), as well as a very high tech computerized machine for removing the dirt from clothing. 
We eat a lot of donuts. Our children had a friend come over after church one day recently, and as is our custom, we stopped on the way home to pick up some donuts. The child told us that in his family, they only eat donuts maybe once a year! I nearly keeled over at the very thought. I try to eat donuts at least once a week. Our family is still mourning the closing of Krispy Kreme, and we are seriously considering a trip to Pennsylvania just to get some of their wonderful donuts. As a self-proclaimed food snob, I eat a surprising amount of decidedly un-snobby, even down right trashy, food. Like Little Debbie cakes. And anything from Taco Bell. I'm to much of a snob to set foot in a chain restaurant like Olive Garden or Cheesecake Factory, but I love me a good Big Mac. I love the chemical aftertaste that comes of eating Zingers. I am sitting here with a Butterfinger hangover, because Matt bought too much Halloween candy. I need to remind him never to buy more candy than he is wiling to risk having me eat while he is at work.
And this is not a secret, but I had to go out and buy a steel gate, because as you saw the other day, Fly ate her way out through the old wood one. And though she tried, she could NOT squeeze herself underneath.
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