Turns out, it's easier than I thought.
It's amazing how, before he was old enough to say a word, or (I thought) even take notice of the world around him, he knew how to take a little matchbox car, drive it on a make-shift "road" and do the little bhmmm- bhmmm thing with his mouth that little boys (apparently) instinctively know how to do.
The answer to to my question:
Anything with wheels.
Add some sand and he's
"Happier 'dan a tor-nado in a tray-lor park"
(to quote one of his very favorite trucks, Tow-Mater)
But rainy days...cold days... they put an end to the bliss that is the sandbox.
Until one day, at Sunday School, we were enlightened about the idea of a rice box. And now, no matter what the weather, he's content- for hours. And I'm not exaggerating. HOURS!
Here's the necessary ingredients:
If this rice looks a little funny to you, it's because it's short grain, brown rice- I had a big bag of it in the pantry that said it was best to be eaten before January, so it was designated as rainy day rice-- but any rice will do. :)
Where's Benson? (I'm in there too, if you squint really hard :) )
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It helps to have these on hand as well... for the ones that get away...
And after it was all said and done...
I'm so glad I had a boy-- well, at least this boy--
He brings so much JOY to my heart every single day!
I love being a mama to a boy!