Trucks!

Our little town had an event yesterday for the little ones called "Touch A Truck". There were all sorts of large vehicles, mostly from our local government, that you could climb into and honk the horn.

This is right up our alley. Our girls love anything like this, and Harris has a special place in his heart for school buses, so he was especially excited for that one, even though it was the least exciting vehicle there.

Harris loves the school bus so much that he will sit by our front window watching for them to pass by. We live across the street from two schools (a middle school and a special education private school) so there is ample opportunity for bus sightings. June's bus driver knows Harris's name, and June once had a week long substitute bus driver who thought Harris's daily excitement to see her was so cute that she bought him a toy school bus on her last day driving for June.

We climbed aboard the bus at Touch a Truck first and were delighted to see that June's bus driver was the one who had volunteered to work at the event. We love Miss Debbie! 

Gwen loves buses too and is very excited to ride the bus next year as a kindergartner, though she actually won't be. Kindergartners ride the bus in our district, and June had special permission to ride this first grade year, but it won't be extended next year and I'm not putting Gwen on the bus and the driving June to the same school. We've had the conversation, but she's in denial. She also thinks she's going to be in June's class with her next year. Oh Gwen. The brutal truths that await you!!! Wait until you hear about income tax.

Here we are inside . . . something. I can't remember.

June was CRAZY about trying all of the horns, and it drove me sufficiently nuts to be called a successful family outing.

Inside a tractor-thingy? What can I say--I certainly know my large work vehicles.

This was inside a howitzer from our local Picatinny Arsenal. Just looking inside this thing made me claustrophobic.

And a huge public works vehicle.

We also stopped by a police car and had fun with that (not pictured). The officer knew June by name because he sometimes goes to the school to help her school officer with car line. And June's school officer, Officer John, is June's favorite person and she talks his ear off every single day. I often call June her school's mascot because everyone knows her. So this other officer called out to June, and she ran over to check out his vehicle and to play with his siren over and over and over again and then she somehow got a hold of his live radio and then the officer sent us on our way. Shocker.

And miscellaneous from the week:

Gwen cuddled up next to me after Grandma Sandy left and took a nap on my bed. This is a rare event these days, and I fully enjoyed it. I think she was tuckered out from the many activities she did with Grandma.

Calling Harris Potter . . . Harris needs glasses. He's going cross eyed like his dad did at this age. These are just the ones we tried on, and I had to take a photo QUICK because the man helping us needed my attention. So, it's not the best photo. I will get better ones when his real glasses get shipped in this week.

So far, Harris has had to wear a helmet, attended physical therapy to correct his torticollis, currently attends speech therapy, needs glasses to correct his crossing eyes and has a wretched tongue tie we are hoping to sever soon. Dan's and my genes are hard at work with this one!

And church today:

June was given that lamb by Grandma Sandy when she was here, and it goes everywhere with us. She quickly settled on the exotic and unique name "Lammie".

It's not really a lamb. It's a llama. And I've told this to June, and then she cries. I even showed her on the tag where it says "LLAMA", and then she made me cut the tag off. Oh June, what brutal truths await you.

Anyway, she insisted on a Lammie the Llama photo shoot this morning before church.

And here I am at 36,000 weeks. I have not posted many pregnancy photos and decided to get brave. I bought this dress for my grandma's funeral, and the description online promised me that I would be able to wear it for the duration of my pregnancy. It was too loose at Grandma's funeral, but when I put it on this morning, I felt like I was wearing a corset. I practically had to have it surgically removed after church.

In fact, I was so achy and uncomfortable at church today that I ended up leaving a little early. Dan followed me out to the parking lot and unbuttoned my dress for me so I could breathe on the drive home. Liberating!

The End.