In our apartment, there's a front porch which is in direct sunlight the majority of the day (=too hot to play in), and has a random dirt patch at the end of it which I didn't want Marjorie messing with. It became where the dog did his business and I lamented the fact that I couldn't just send M out to play.
But we actually have a back porch as well, off of our bedroom. It had leaves all over it and was a bit dirty so I didn't think of M being able to use it for a month. Because I'm a thinker, I finally got it through my brain that if I simply swept it, M could hang out "outside" and have space for messy play. Please ignore the box spring we stuck out there. Dan has dreams of re-purposing it somehow. I think at this point there are too many bugs and outside things involved with it and it needs to go over the fence into the trash. I think I will win eventually.
You can't go wrong with a bowl of water and measuring cups.
But we actually have a back porch as well, off of our bedroom. It had leaves all over it and was a bit dirty so I didn't think of M being able to use it for a month. Because I'm a thinker, I finally got it through my brain that if I simply swept it, M could hang out "outside" and have space for messy play. Please ignore the box spring we stuck out there. Dan has dreams of re-purposing it somehow. I think at this point there are too many bugs and outside things involved with it and it needs to go over the fence into the trash. I think I will win eventually.
You can't go wrong with a bowl of water and measuring cups.
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