the rituals of fridays

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When Fridays come we do the “Garbage Truck Dance”.

Garbage truck + recycling truck + yard waste truck x 2 sides of the street = six times that this little boy nearly jumps out of his skin with joy because garbage trucks are the single coolest thing on the planet (except for Daddy of course.) And he can hear them from any part of the house (score one for single pane windows!)  Last time it happened right after I pulled him out of the bathtub so I carried a dripping wet towel wrapped baby down the hallway and to the couch in the living room so we could watch it.  Yep, I’m a cool mom. For umm.. another nine years or so hopefully.


I love how he stands on his little tiptoes trying to see down the street as far as possible.  I love his passion for life, and yep – for garbage trucks.


3 thoughts on “the rituals of fridays”

  1. Soooo sweet! Grandma Shirlie would want to paint that little tip-toe boy. Just love him.


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