I found these little tubs of sidewalk chalk paint at Sam's Club a few weeks ago. I thought the kids would like them, but I had no idea how much they would LOVE them.
Something about the chalk paint was more engaging than the chalk sticks have ever been before.
Micah took up the most real estate writing the Cub Scout oath:
Hyrum splatter painted a dozen squares of the sidewalk, and I couldn't figure out what he was plotting when he ran into the house and returned with a fistful of small white cards.
He had created a giant game like Candy Land, and each of us drew cards and moved up and back on the splattered spaces.
Our weather has been unusually spectacular and beautiful this year, and I know these Sunday mornings outside in the pleasant sunshine will soon give way to scorching sidewalks and Otter Pops.
But we have been enjoying them as much as we can until then. Supposed to hit 100* for the first time this week. I'm not really ready, but I know it's part of the contract here--blissful winter and spring/miserable summer spent by the pool. I hear Brad outside cleaning the pool deck as I write. It's gonna come whether we're ready or not. Might as well have a clean deck.