tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post3089021287283588214..comments2023-10-31T01:52:06.818+11:00Comments on Jorth: The tanbark issueJorthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11263908192771903161noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-91056244201860275072011-04-10T21:13:27.196+10:002011-04-10T21:13:27.196+10:00We get sand. Sand from school, sand from kinder ...We get sand. Sand from school, sand from kinder and sand from childcare. We have a tree in a pot at the front door and the kids aren't allowed inside until they have emptied their shoes into it!Leoniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07081197188456558450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-27270283339720634092011-04-09T16:19:52.354+10:002011-04-09T16:19:52.354+10:00Ugh! Playground tan bark..... What also amazes m...Ugh! Playground tan bark..... What also amazes me is how they can't feel it inside their shoes - it would drive me batty!Ferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00868596428499218246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-64947265799593103532011-04-09T12:20:27.608+10:002011-04-09T12:20:27.608+10:00methinks this would make great garden mulch. send ...methinks this would make great garden mulch. send her with bigger cuffs, i say!nichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13098741321818756907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-77203698152495853542011-04-09T03:53:22.711+10:002011-04-09T03:53:22.711+10:00Bwa ha ha! I know what you mean, because my kids&...Bwa ha ha! I know what you mean, because my kids' daycare is surrounded by a sandlot, and every year we parents have to go and spread another 100 bags of sand. Where does it all go? Pant cuffs, pockets, shoes, and ultimately my washing machine.Another Sewing Scientisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02945784360747028884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-71976352492039415572011-04-08T20:42:28.578+10:002011-04-08T20:42:28.578+10:00I remember having to dust the kids down before ent...I remember having to dust the kids down before entering the front door - ah, those were the days!!!!!Evelynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17380591574336657810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-47728426226374050212011-04-08T18:12:25.252+10:002011-04-08T18:12:25.252+10:00I was incredibly appreciative of my 4yo who said c...I was incredibly appreciative of my 4yo who said casually one day - Mum where's my grey dress, I want to get the sand out of the pocket before it goes in the washing machine. I was about to wash said dress, went outside & and emptied at least a cup of sand from the pocket. She has the tanbark habit, and also brings home many rocks and gravel bits, which are treasure and must be kept (sigh.)Mel.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15521008735359767164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-49106681396650245862011-04-08T17:43:11.159+10:002011-04-08T17:43:11.159+10:00Oh Liesl. Don't remind me. What amazes me is, ...Oh Liesl. Don't remind me. What amazes me is, even in a dress with no pockets, how much sand and other bits and pieces can be accummulated and seem to stick persistantly to the clothing outside, only to drop spontaneously over the carpet as soon as the child comes indoors.Tashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673846.post-44904840313067158572011-04-08T17:01:22.000+10:002011-04-08T17:01:22.000+10:00My boys have been smuggling home sand. Perhaps we ...My boys have been smuggling home sand. Perhaps we could set up an illicit garden centre?Lieslhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09392520536946879645noreply@blogger.com