A backyard oasis

My backyard has always been cool. I have a car, a swing, slides, and even cool dog neighbors that Dad helps me spy on

But my parents didn't think that was enough!  They talked (and talked!) it over and decided that I needed a sandbox. And yes, that's exactly what it sounds like: a box in which you put sand. Sand that gets between your toes, on your head, and in your clothes. The same sand that I've always made perfectly clear that I. Don't. Like. So, why would they want to ruin a perfectly good backyard with one of these? But, my reservations didn't stop them!  Off to the store we went. 

After we got supplies, Dad cut

While I positioned 

Dad used his drill to put it together; I, of course, had to supervise. 

I was also on charge of handing him the screws. A job I did not take lightly. I was the best hander-outer you've ever seen!

I promise, I never once held out a screw to him only to pull it away when he reached for it. That would be irresponsible. 

I have to be truthful, I might have gotten a little overzealous about handing him tools.

Guess I should have just done it myself. 

Once all the sides were together, Dad and I used our hammers! I watched carefully first. 

Then got right to work! 

After we filled it with sand, I got right to it. Ugh!!!  I got sand on my hands!!!

Once I figured out how to throw the sand, things really started to pick up! 

And now, after many long days, I have learned to love my sandbox!!

And I finally have my backyard oasis...

Right here on this tarp!