At only eleven months old, Tyler reminds me of a twenty two year old. He still lives at home with his parents, he has no job, hits on waitresses, and he eats all of our food. But all that’s about to change!

Two weeks ago, I picked up a bunch of lumber, stain and a few pieces of hardware. Oh, and five hundred pounds of sand. After cutting everything to size, Sarah helped me with the two coats of red stain. Last week, construction began. Sarah’s parents came over after the frame was assembled. Her dad provided a few of the critical parts; steering wheel, grill, and emblems. He also helped with some of the finer aspects of the assembly, and some much needed muscle for carrying the completed – sans sand – assembly to its permanent home. And, thanks to his help, I now know how to properly use a wood chisel.

If I had any doubts that Tyler would like his new convertible, they quickly disappeared when he squealed with delight.

Now that Tyler has his own wheels, there will be no stopping him.

If you want to see all of the sandbox pictures, you can view them on my photo site. I didn’t take any "in progress photos" because it was already a big enough project, and I didn’t want to stop every half hour to snap off some pictures.

Tyler loves his sandbox. For the curious. It’s 4 ft. wide, and 8 ft. long. The sand area is 6.5 ft. long, with the other 1.5 ft. being the storage area that we keep his toys in. Err… I mean… that’s where the engine is.

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