The Sands of Time

For those of you who might not know, Rory does not like sand. Kind of odd for a kid, I realize, but what can I say? Rory has NEVER been your run of the mill child. Even when we went to Hawaii, land of beautiful white sand beaches, we ended up having to lay towels down strategically so that his feet never touched the ground. I'm sure people were walking by shaking their heads at our crazy towel configurations...

Since then, it has been sort of a mission of mine to make Rory get over his fear of sand. My mom found him a turtle sand box (who didn't have a turtle sand box as a kid!) and several times a week, Rory and I have been "practicing" playing with sand. At first, his reaction went a little something like this:

"EEEW ICKY!"



But we kept working on it, starting with putting one hand in the sand, then two, and then finally -FINALLY - last week, he SAT DOWN IN THE SAND! And he didn't freak out!

I, of course, had to get photographic evidence:









Hurray, Rory!