For Emma's Birthday my Gram bought Emma a sandbox for her to play in at her house. At first Emma was a little leary but eventually she warmed up to it and now really seems to enjoy it! Gram got it for her house because living in the city doesn't afford us the luxury of having a large yard, so her house is somewhere Emma can go to run in the grass and play. The pictures were from Emma's time at Grandma Jean's on Friday. She had so much fun! She first played on the swingset stand and when we brought her in from that she kept screaming "monkey bars, monkey bars"; it was so sad! After dinner we (by we I mean my Grandma and Jaime, heehee!)set up the sand box so Emma could dig right in (pardon the pun). While Gram and Emma played, Jaime, Calvin and I hung out on the grass. By the way, we are pretty sure Gram got the sandbox so SHE could play.

After the sandbox it was onto playing with bubbles, which does happen to be Emma's favorite past time! Aunt Jaime has a bubble machine at Gram's for Em. Emma kept running through the bubbles saying "it feels good, it feels good". So precious. I must say that watching Emma run through the bubbles and then take her wand and try to catch them is one of those moments that makes me misty eyed just thinking of. It was like time stood still and I just kept trying to take in as many details as I could so I could always remember that moment: the way the breeze was blowing Emma's curls, how her shorts were too little and her little legs just kept running, her cute little feet in her new Crocs she refuses to take off, the sound of her squeals and giggles, her smile when she would catch a bubble. I hope I can remember all of those things for the rest of my life.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you as you are probably wondering about the title of this post. Emma was feeling her pants one day and it went like this "pants, pants, jeans, jeans, Grandma Jeans". I may have already told this story but I just think it is so hilarious that she thinks Grandma Jean is Grandma Denim. When I was a little girl I had a similar word: yard. I thought a yard was where you played not a measurement. So my mom used to sell Stickers by the yard in her store and I would always call them Stickers by the Lawn...how funny kids are!