Sand Hill

So, the huge pile of sand is from a building site a few doors down from us. The various diggers and cement trucks provided much amusement for the kids during the few days that they were around. However, it was the remaining sand pile that proved the biggest hit. Looking rather Olympic.

Ben (yes, pants are backwards again) determined to scale the mountain that his siblings had already summited.

The third, but no less glorious, summit.

And coming down, after all, is the only reason that a kid would scale a hill of sand in the first place.

The indomitable Joseph who won't be left behind. (This is as far as he made it.)

One more time because, I think, it might just be the best picture that I have ever taken. This will be saved for his wedding, first vows, ordination or whatever the future holds... perhaps the air force or Cirque de Soleil (I'm not so sure about the makeup though).

Ben's a bit more conservative in his descent.

And this begins the first of a series of photos in which I tried desperately to get a shot equal to the last of both Hannah and Jacob.

Number 2

This one really didn't work.

Almost, but not the right angle.

We're getting there.

I'm not quite sure from where he gets this no-fear approach to life. Hannah had to pause for a wardrobe adjustment.

This was the best I could do. An awful lot of cars were beginning to slow and I did fear being reprimanded. Down from the mountain and into the garage where the kids stripped their clothes of sand and then landed below.

A little blurry but it will do.