Dancing Fool

Just now, as a song comes on Yo Gabba Gabba!, he quickly stops playing with his magnetic doodler and starts dancing.

The other day, during a Tarjay run, I put him down in front of the store after carrying him from the parking lot. A car happened to pass by, blasting Michael Jackson through open windows, and as soon as my son's feet his the ground, he starts dancing.

My son is a dancing fool.

Forget the Sandbox

After some thinking and reading, I've decided that I'd rather not keep the sandbox in our back yard. Once in a while, I'll let him play in the sand at the local parks or beaches, but as far as sand for our own sand box, it's either $60 for 50lbs of Safe Sand or nothing. I realize many, many kids grow up to be fine after spending their childhood in and around "unsafe" play sand, but as with most things I do for my son, if there's a safer alternative available, I'd rather be safe.