It was a sunny, cold day in February. Valentine's Day. Love was in the air. Toddlers were running wild, everywhere...
Adam and I joined the Wahoo mom's group. We've been meaning to join for awhile but nap times didn't line up with the play group time and we had a pretty busy fall. We took the plunge in Late January. February's outing was a toddler sized tour of the local John Deere dealer. Tractors are a common sight here in Wahoo. Its not uncommon to follow a big huge combine all the way down the highway to Omaha!
The people running the tour were so sweet to the kids. They offered each tot their own bag of popcorn and even went and checked the popper oil for me to make sure it was free of treenuts and peanuts. They helped the wild beasts climb on and off the brand new equipment and helped lasso them back to the group every time one or more went astray.
The kids took turns climbing up the stairs and into the combine, turning on the lights, honking the horn. This mom was/is too pregnant to even think about navigating the tiny, narrow steps up into the cabin. I'm about as big as a combine. I can't very well take ME plus my loose cannon up there! No worries, said the guide and he and another gal hoisted him up into the cabin where he sat quietly before signing "All Done". He had seen enough.
Every emotion that ever existed came flying out. He was ecstatic. He was nervous. He was overjoyed. He was disappointed. He was impatient. He was love struck. He was determined.