We rented a front loader and went to town on our back yard. In just two days Dave transformed our sloped yard into two levels: one for patio and the other for yard. I was quite impressed and as you can see the kids had quite a good time.
There is nothing quite as much fun as a mountain of dirt in your very own backyard. The kids climbed and climbed. Even Miles joined in the fun. In fact he was so enamored with his construction, machine wielding, dirt moving Dad, he wanted Dave to hold him all weekend. He could not help but look at him with adoration. It was the first " my dad is cool," moment. 
Max went through a new pair of pants about every 45 minutes and I just gave up on Miles, but learned diapers can hold a lot of dirt too. Our beige carpet took a beating anytime Max decided to walk in dirt caked pants, shirt, and body into our house. I finally made a rule that no one could enter the house with out my express permission.
With my poor kids camped by the back door, I'd here the first quiet and to increasingly loud request, "Can we come in the house yet?" They'd strip down by the door, take the clothes to the laundry room, and change. With in five minutes all would be back outside dirtying another outfit. It's alright, I've decided that laundry is a hobby. As with most of my hobbies, they are neglected!
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