Ethan's first exposure to sand was His first birthday when his aunt and uncle gave him a bulldozer sandbox and his grandparents filled it with sand. He had the usual reaction that a one year old would have; he tried to eat it. This brought us to the next reaction crying and spitting.
After the first experience trauma was behind us he quickly learned that sand falling through his tiny fingers tickled and was thoroughly entranced with the process of letting sand fall through a funnel onto his fingers and back into the sandbox. This simple pleasure was greatly increased when he discovered some of his other presents; tiny little cars and trucks that go by the name Hot Wheels.
Rolling up and down the hills mom and dad made in the sand brought that sweet little squeal and the cute little squint-eyed smile that always brings folks to say, "Oh, isn't he adorable!" Soon the family went home and I picked up the toys and put the lid on the sandbox. Only one thing left to do now, clean up little Ethan man.
Sand + baby = scary diaper rash. Simple math problem brought about by the application of fun to a one year old. One fun experience led me to the discovery of the most wonderful product of all Boudreaux's Butt Paste!
Since the sandbox was so much fun and the scratchy sand lent itself to bad rash we devised a plan; must wear pants in the sandbox and no throwing sand. Instant fun and safety, hooray!
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