This kid is growing up more every day. And by growing up I mean talking more, playing more, and pooping more. After his haircut (and two suckers to get through it) yesterday I took him to Rural King for a new toy tractor. I hope you're familiar with Rural King. It's the most hillbilly/country/horses/cows/tractors store-galore you will ever enter, and they give you fresh popped popcorn when you walk in! (Obviously the best part)
Patrick didn't really have any real tractors yet but it was time. It was like a changing moment in my personal mothering experience - I have a little boy who wants to play with real tractors now. I am so proud!
Thanks to a stationary front sitting on top of Ohio, the rain has been ridiculous in these parts - our local farmers are about to put gigantic tarps over their fields. Patrick and I have been playing in the garage just for fresh air, but then he talks me into letting him play in the rain and who am I to stop a growing boy from giving Elmo rainy wagon rides and stomping in puddles?
My dad's sweet corn is ready and I have some boiling for lunch as I type this. I love early corn and I can't wait to devour it. This year was nice because I can just throw Pat in the corn wagon and he
Even little boys are afraid of their crazy aunts. Some things never change.
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