So lately my house has become an arena for monster trucks.
Garrett loves trucks. The good news is he no longer calls them “cucks” but has kinda-sorta mastered the “tr” sound and calls them trucks.
He love big trucks and little trucks. And not-so-monster trucks like mini Subaru Hatchbacks. G is an equal opportunity automobile lover.
Dump trucks and miniature trucks and trucks with cranes attached and school buses and Pinewood derby cars. They are scattered all around my living room. My apologies to the Realtor who called from our driveway and unexpectedly showed our house last week. I hope you didn’t twist an ankle while navigating the minefield that is my living room floor.
He loves pushing the button on the dump truck and watching stuff slide out of the back. He will make a great heavy equipment operator one day.
My mom found a monster truck rally on tv one day and let G watch it for a while. Ever since then, he has been picking his trucks up over his head and tossing them across the room. Then he looks at me and grins really big and says “CRASH!”.
Side eye to Grandma on that one.
This kid is all boy.
And don’t get me started on the trains.
I should have named my kid Choo-Choo, because he is completely obsessed with trains. He wakes up in the morning, and every single day the first words out of his mouth are “Mama? Daddy? CHOO-CHOO!!!!”
He babbles about choo-choo trains all the live long day, but cannot say “Garrett” to save his life.
Thomas the Tank Engine is his idol. He cannot get enough of this cheeky little engine. I go to bed at night and hear the songs from the DVD stuck on repeat in my head. “They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight, shunting trucks and hauling freight….”
Just for the record: I HATE the word “shunting”. It really heebs me out and reminds me of some kind of horrible medical procedure. Those crazy Brits apparently use it as a normal part of their vocab because Thomas goes a-shunting all over the place.
It’s the stuff of nightmares I tell ya.
In an attempt to curb the Thomas obsession J bought Garrett a book about REAL trains. For kids who really love trains? Check. He loves pointing at all the pictures and saying “Choo-choo!” at every one. It doesn’t matter if its a Eurostar or a Monorail, they are all choo-choos to Garrett. Freight train? “Choo-choo.” Cable car? “Choo-choo.” Snow plow? “Choo-choo.”
Is that Choo-choo on the TV Daddy? No? Just a football game?
Guess I’ll get back to shunting trucks and hauling freight.