Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Every day...

Every day as the whirring and growling draw closer, she runs to the window, drawn- as if by Sirens. You can feel the vibrations before it ever reaches our street. It's like clockwork, really. It squeals to a stop in front of our house, lifts, shakes, drops and then clambers up the hill to do it again, making enough noise to wake our back yard neighbors. ;) Nothing gets in her way as she madly dashes toward the window. Not toys, not little sisters, not blinds will hold her back. Mental note: open the blinds upon waking in the morning to delay replacing said window coverings. Does every little child have a love affair with garbage trucks? Do yours?

3 comments:

Caroline said...

YES! Chris shares her obsession! He has to stand on the chair to see out the window, but does it faithfully each time. The last few days he has even played with a bucket outside, pretending to dump garbage into the back of our truck. What is it about those things?? :)

Mama to Monkeys said...

We can see the road from the front window of our house, and YES, it is a major event almost every day. I love it. :)

Anonymous said...

Too funny...your description sounds just like Carter. He is usually eating breakfast when he says "I hear it! I hear it!" He gets up from the table and your story could be the rest (-little sister, + little brother).

I hope you all are well!
Sam