No, it's not raining here.
And, nope...we're not "boat people," but wouldn't that be fun to sail away....
I have a boy.
A toddler boy.
An inquisitive, machinery obsessed, Batman toting, horn honking, combine crazy boy.
And boy-oh-boy does my house/demeanor/to-do list/laundry pile reflect it!
Case in point:
Last night, as Joe returned from taking the first few loads of grain to town and, of course, dealing with a cow being out, so a fence was checked in the dark (on the first day of harvest, of course), our little guy ran up to him as he ate his warmed up dinner and said, "Daddy, let (please say that with a "y" sound instead of an "l" sound...it's cuter) me tell you something. I need a tractor ride."
This was one of the first times our little guy had seen his daddy all day, and this is what he deemed necessary to tell him at that point in time.
"I need a tractor ride."
While the girls are excited about the combine being in the field across the road, and Anna is loving working with her new heifer calves, prepping them for showing this summer, Jack is a totally different demeanor when it comes to tractors, combines, trucks, even his Gator.
Today as we rolled in from preschool drop off, he jumped out of the van and headed to his Gator, backed it out (yes, his backing out skills are better than mine), and headed over to the part of the driveway where the guys were having their morning conversation. Cap on his head, my little guy joined the dudes and asked Grandpa for a sit in the semi, where he promptly tooted the horn. He wants to be out there. He wants to know where/what/how Dad is doing what he's doing.
It's completely uncharted territory.
We have a tomboy. We have a princess. We have a Millie (and if you know us and our Amelia...you know what I mean). Now, we have a Jack.
A farm boy.
And this is a great time of year to be a farm boy.
I just have to figure out how to keep him safe, happy, occupied, and get my laundry done!