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The truck thing is built in to boys. Had I ever any doubt, no longer. There are trucks out all the time. Everywhere. These days you pick one usually to carry around all day. It’s like a ritual for you, Josiah. Somedays it’s “Wee-ooo” (your fire engine), some days it’s “Tow” (your tow truck), sometimes it’s a pick up, sometimes it’s a tractor, sometimes you’ll deviate slightly and choose a helicopter or a train, but it’s always something that goes. And you will faithfully cart it around with you all day long, everywhere we go, putting it to bed with you (either on your nightstand with it’s own teetee, or more usually recently, actually in bed with you sharing your very own teetee). Today you’ve been hauling around one of Daddy’s Chevelle models with a hood that opens and shuts. You and I have been building “garages” lately out of old wooden puzzle boards and blocks to put all your vehicles in.
The other thing you constantly carry around? Monies. That’s what you call coins. And the bigger the better. You are a little quarter theif. I try to trick you with pennies, but somehow you know that the big ones are more special, and those are the ones you go after. I’ve had to hide my coin jar. Daddy’s is now behind the printer where you can’t reach it. Because if there are monies to be found, you will find them, and put them in your pockets, or put them in your trucks, leaving them strewn around the house and cars.
I attempted for the first time to cut your hair with clippers this month. I think I did alright, but will probably leave the job to professionals in the future.
We spent a day at the Date Festival, the Riverside County Fair, our first time since Adela was a few months old I believe. I enjoyed being able to talk to you about the exhibits, about the art, the cooking, the carving, the stones. You’ve become a real little person with whom I can have conversations. It’s fantastic. You picked out a geode and had it cut. You both rode rides with Mimi, ate corn on the cob, and watched an amazing sunset. A perfect desert night.
Daddy bought a Bronco. Yep. An old Bronco that needs a lot of work. It’s been something he’s wanted to do, according to him, since he was a teenager. So, he’s been systematically going through and fixing all the broken bits, , changing fluids, replacing parts. I have a feeling we’ll make a lot of memories in this latest vehicular addition to our family, and that it’ll be in our family for a long time. For now, it’s sitting in the back yard, getting better, but still in need of love. Daddy’s been working hard. By this summer, I’m sure we’ll be on dirt roads. I’ll work on getting a real picture of the outside so that we have a record of where this memory-maker began before we make it super cool.