well my little roman joe,
your obsession with "big machines", trucks, helicopters, airplanes, and basically any form of transportation continues to expand.
just when i've think we've hit full bloom with your love affair for these things on wheels,
you reach another level of obsession.
it's been quite enjoyable watching your vocabulary blossom along side, as well.
you've stepped things up a notch and seem to make real world connections everywhere we go.
you're constantly on the look out, ready to label anything that goes, when we're out and about.
and, your favorite venture is heading down south on US69, because you get to see cranes, rollers, pavers, scrapers, backhoes, dump trucks, skid steers, and some guys workin'.
i know. one might think it silly to type out all those trucks.
but you truly have a sweet little relationship with big machines, and i couldn't leave any one of them out.
did i ever imagine that at age 28, my time spent in the car would be taken up by looking around for construction sites? no. no, i did not. but, at the slightest view of a big machine, romy gets all freaky excited, so a momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do.
ok. i'll end rambling about my son's first love.
and, i'll move on to his second love.
it's his little safe place, his comfort zone.
and boy do i love how i can combine the three of them....
a boy, a truck book, and a crib.
oh, and his three blankies.