Pea Gravel

In lieu of sand for our water/sand table, Jeremy opted to buy pea gravel, thinking it was a fantastic idea.

It fell short of his expectations.

For starters, the day he bought it, he neglected to rinse it off before putting it in the table so the girls, and Julia, became muddy messes. Then of course, it found its way out of the table and onto the concrete patio, and into the grass, and into the rain gauge and other random places. Sensing the kids (namely Allie) would make a mess with it, Jeremy bought a  miniature dust pan and broom to sweep the rocks up every night. Allie didn't touch that broom once. With as particular as my husband is about his yard and the outside appearance of our house, I told him yesterday I'd be surprised if that pea sized annoyance made it to June. And I was right. It was gone by the end of today. It lasted 15 days. And not an hour more.

Chalk it up to a learning experience--like clogs for a four year old or non washable crayons. Pea gravel--just as messy as sand, and harder to clean up. Not our finest idea.

These pictures were taken on day one of the pea gravel--thus the mud. That was April 1st. This particular morning, Audrey picked our her own outfit. The extra girl in the pictures? Neighbor and friend, Julia.

Sarah