A pile of gravel

Last week, Heath had a pile of gravel delivered to the house. Well, not actually to the house. It's actually at the top of the hill, but you know what I mean. Anyway, it's been the boys' new favorite place to play. Every time we go outside to enjoy the beautiful weather, I ask them what they want to do, and it's always, "GRAVEL!" So the boys grab their shovels and dump trucks and up to the gravel pile we go. (Yes, they start off carrying their shovels and dump trucks, but not even halfway up the hill, I end up carrying two shovels and two dump trucks - and sometimes a little guy.)

There goes B up the pile. We've showed him a million times how easy it is to walk up the not-so-steep side, but he insists on crawling sideways up the steep side. Oh, well.

Yes, B plays in the gravel barefoot. As soon as we get up there he says, "Boots." We take them off, and away he goes.

They always end up covered in gravel dust, but it's a small price to pay for the fun they have.

This shirt should say PLAY IN THE GRAVEL!

Other than rolling the dump truck down the pile, B's favorite part is sliding down. Even with his jeans and onesie on, I usually find gravel in his diaper. Go figure.

Look at that "hard, worker guy."

There was a beautiful blue sky on this sunny fall day.

Anyone want to come and play? It'll only be around for another week or so...