{The Ordinary Moments} #1 - Sand in my shoes

Sand in shoes, pockets, backpack, hair. All over the hallway, in the bath, and somehow also always in the bed. My bed, even though I'm not the one who plays in the sandpit. 

Multiple sandpits, Sweden is full of them - I don't think I could count the ones within a square mile of our new home on two hands. 

They are both the best thing ever and the bane of my life. The Bean, unsurprisingly, adores them and will spend hours digging and shoveling and pushing the wheelbarrow around and around and around. People leave old toys behind in them for all the local kids to use, or you can bring your own shiny new Christmas Digger. 

Italy doesn't have sandpits at playgrounds (so as not to encourage stray cats, apparently) so this is a pretty novel thing for us. A novelty that isn't wearing off; Even my Bean, once such a city boy who was afraid of getting his hands dirty, adores them. 

No matter what the weather - thanks to the quintisentially Scandinavian water and windproof overalls neither sunshine nor warmth, nor even dry weather is a prerequisite for outdoor play here. (Although hot flasks of tea {or toddy, I won't judge} are advisable for the parents.) 

So every day after preschool we go to one of the many little playgrounds nearby, and every morning after he's left: that woosh and clattering sound up the hoover, cleaning up the sand he tipped out of his shoes the day before. 

I'm linking up with Katie at MummyDaddyMe for The Ordinary Moments