T'ck!

     Is it possible to say those consonants all together without a vowel? I swear that Emmett somehow manages to. In his world, this means "Truck." Oh it's amazing how quickly boys become boys. He loves all things loud, with on off switches, that have motors and especially things that move.
      Probably back in June we took a quick walk after getting home from radiation one day. We walked by this old house that was being gutted out finally by a company that had bought it. They had a bobcat out front that they were filling with debris and then would dump into the dumpster. We watched it a few times, since Emmett seemed to like it, then started leaving and he was upset. The owner  came and said hi to us and was really friendly. He said he'd bring Emmett a company t-shirt next time. Emmett wanted to keep watching it, so we did a few times more, but left with him a little bit mad at us.
      Ever since then, he asks multiple times a day to go see the truck. He loves basketball, almost as much as Caleb Johnson and just like he used to wake up and immediately want to go downstairs, then keep going straight out the front door to play basketball, he now expects to go straight out the door down to the truck. No matter what time of day. No matter how early in the morning or late at night. Yes, these poor nice workers see us in our PJs with unbrushed teeth on a regular basis...lucky for us they are so nice.

Here's us at the house one evening a few weeks ago.  It was salmon pink!

This is a paradise for him....they've got a few different trucks that rotate in and out of the yard.  

Lucky for Emmett, his absolute favorite-the Bobcat-is a constant.

            Emmett's so funny, though. When we get to the house, we have to go around back to where they park the bobcat when it's not in use and touch it and walk around it. If it's not in use (which most the time we're there after hours or weekends), he gets bored pretty quickly. If it is running, we've got to stay and watch it right from the front row seating! It's like we have to go down so many times a day, not really to see the truck (because he's not so fascinated with it being parked) but more for him to check and see if it's running, because he doesn't want to miss any action! Often they have other types of construction trucks there, too, which he loves.  He even knows to say two if there is more than one (which is partially correct, right?).

      Like I said the workers are always so nice and wave hi and don't mind him hanging around.  We try not to get to close and get in their way.  We happened to catch the owner (from Atlantic Power Cleaning) there again another time a few weeks later, and he remembered us!  Not only that, he made true on his promise, but only better!  He handed Emmett this!:

      He said his son wanted to give Emmett this truck, so he'd had it in his truck, waiting to bump into us again.  Emmett was SOOOO excited. He kept pointing from his new truck, to the real truck and back to his truck.  Seriously, it made his week! We got home and he insisted on going outside to play with it.  It's just his manly intuition that knew that trucks were made for being outside in the dirt. 

And then took a nice, comfy nap ;) 

      You can see in the previous pictures that this truck often accompanies us on our short walks down to the 'T'ck" now, too.  Emmett is sooo optimistic -- he even gets excited to see the huge dumpsters that's always parked in front because he thinks it's a "Choo-Choo!" We've made friends and met many of the neighbors on the street because we're there so often! We've even been asked 2 or 3 times if we're buying the house because they assume no one else would be so interested in it otherwise.  Well, we're not in the market for a house, but for sure it will forever hold a place in our hearts because we have spent so much time there and because Emmett loves it so much!