Moon Sand

This last winter Chad and Shelby bought Rowan some moon sand for his birthday. I had seen it in stores but never got any "hands on" experience with it. It's pretty weird.


And it keeps my kids busy. I think on this particular day it kept them occupied for about two hours.


This boy plays and narrates everything he does. He is our pretender. Our live-wire. Our passionate one. He's a go-getter and somewhat impulsive. One second he meticulously creates a McQueen, nearly to perfection. The next, he obliterates it without a second thought. This boy, he's a walking contradiction.











This boy is quiet. He likes people but prefers his solitude. He often times will hide himself in a room with a passel of toys or books and refuse to answer anyone calling his name. He likes order but doesn't get easily upset when things are out of order. He will make himself a Mater and make sure it doesn't get destroyed the entire time he is playing with it.









This boy...





He's a thinker.