There's Something About CARS

I am just not sure what it is, but there is something about a car that makes it quite a novelty to a very nearly 2 year old.

Let me first define "Car" as he does, as something with wheels that can be driven. This means that to my boys, a truck is now "A Car!"

I already knew that Kai adored our cars because each time we pass the upstairs window, he says, "Look! A CAR!"

He does this even though there isn't any possible way that he can see outside of it because that window is way up high!

Every night before bed, he runs to the front door, checks to make sure that it is locked, and says night-night to the cars.

In fact, where some kids sleep with stuffed animals, Kaiden sleeps with a bulky fire truck that makes noise and can "Go."

Yesterday, I discovered exactly how serious of an obsession the babies have with cars.

I was on my way to Bossier, to make the high noon opening of the big big consignment sale.

Of course I had to take the interstate to get there. They weren't impressed with I-49, but when I got up over downtown on I-20, all three of my little people started squealing, squeaking and outright shrieking with delight.

They were bouncing up and down and pointing and chattering about all of the cars that were very close to us driving in the other lanes.

You would have thought that they were at an amusement park, riding some sort of thrill-ride or something!

Then, once we were at the sale, I found a wonderful super big, almost ride-on sized fire truck.

Kaiden and Kian were of course infatuated with it. Of course it was going to come home with us, but it was so big, and I already had a few other things, so it was nearly impossible to push the limo and carry everything at the same time.

So, to remedy my problem, I checked our purchases with the ladies to have them taken back to the holding room until I was ready to leave for the day.

Kaiden, who didn't understand what was happening, launched into this hour long wailing over the horrors of how the ladies took his fire truck away from him.

He stopped for a tiny moment when we got it back as we were leaving the sale, only to start up again because it was too big to ride in his lap on the edge of the stroller.

It had to ride home on the seat in front of his carseat so that he could keep an eagle eye on it and make sure that it was safe as safe can be.

After a failed nap attempt, we brought the babies downstairs, and gave them their fire truck.

They spent the entire afternoon playing with it and the little people that came with it.

Of course Kaiden wanted to try hauling it up the stairs to bed with him, but it was simply too big, so he had to give it hugs and kisses and go upstairs alone for the night.

Don't worry, he would be back down in a few hours just to make sure that it was still there, and to love on it some more.

He spent a few more hours driving his truck around the living room and dining room in huge circles.

We finally got him back upstairs to bed about eleven for the night, but not without a lot of letting him love on his fire truck.

This morning, he greeted his fire truck with the same affection, and after breakfast spent the next few hours playing with it.

I think they are finally convinced that the fire truck really is here to stay, but I am not positive!

He has spent the rest of his time, standing at the baby gate in the hallway where he can just barely see into my bedroom, staring longingly at his present pile.

He is quite certain that he noticed another car set in among the purchases on yesterday, but has yet to figure out where exactly I have stashed it.

I am really not sure what it is, but there is definitely something about cars that make little boys very very happy!