Today Herr Meow and a little friend went to the Oxon Hill farm just outside the DC diamond.
Before I go any farther, I would like to point out the fact that this farm, which once and not too long ago was a vibrant and useful part of the everyday life, is one of those strange luxuries where farm-shy dudettes like me get to pretend that we know our way around farm animals and equipment. It's like, "Oh wow, people! A Farm! How quaint and…. different!"
Anyway, when in the farm we did as the farmers do and both boys went crazy for the tractors.
Walk ten feet. "Tactor!"
Walk a little longer. "Tactor!"
Go inside a building. "Tactor"
(It was actually a phaeton, but hey)
Break for lunch. "Canky cwane
, mommy!"
Drive back. "Look mommy! Backhoe loader bucket!"
Yes. Herr Meow likes heavy machinery. And let me tell you: it is NOT easy to photograph those suckers! They have very hard lines and take up too much space and are angular and reflect the light and they MOVE!
And they DIG! And they TEAR UP THE ROAD!
BACKHOE!!!!!!!!
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Let's just say I enjoy being the mother of a boy.
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 
This, to me, is one of the best things about boys. I like heavy machinery, too!
When my son was little – he LOVED TRAINS! I had to learn everything possible about trains and I think we have every train book that was ever created.
Wanna know about the fastest train in the world? Just ask me. It’s a random fact that I have crammed in my brain from my 3 year olds obsession. đ
LOL! How funny! My nephews are the same way! Boys are fun!
He would love my town… it’s a farming community – tractors everywhere – and since we’re rebuilding the whole town, we have all KINDS of equipment around!
Boys ARE a lot of fun! đ
“Backhoe loader bucket!” – That cracks me up.
Mom of three boys! Trucks and pretty much anything with wheels are the best in our house. My kids run to the window every week when the trash truck comes! Here from NCLM!
Awww too cute. Love it! Tactor… perfect!
I think I would also enjoy being a mom to a boy, your kiddo sounds fun. Of course, my first trip to a farm (at, oh, age 14), I also walked around saying, “ooh cow!” and “look! a combine!”