On the first day of school, Lucas' journal entry already reflected where his heart was...
...with Grandpa, driving a tractor.
His preschool class studied birds last month.
The task for this art project was to draw his favorite bird; he picked the ostrich.
There is no doubt that I am biased, but isn't that a GREAT drawing of an ostrich?!?!
Lucas was scrunching up an empty plastic water bottle in his car seat.
"Lucas, hand me that bottle."
"Be patient, mom. Why are you so bossy?"
Unprompted, after the cook-off at the fair, "I'm proud of you, Daddy."
Driving through southern Illinois while on vacation, "Why is that combine in the field in the summer?" Seeing a combine in the field harvesting in August is such a weird sight.
Eating lunch a few days before cousins vacation, "Next year for cousins vacation, we should fly over the ocean to visit Aunt Ann and Uncle Koen." That is a great idea!
Pulling into a soybean field, Lucas looks around and says, "Last year this field was corn." Another observation, "these beans are really dry." How does he know/remember this stuff? He knows the "names" of the fields. Just ask him!
He was a great helper picking the last of the produce from the garden with Great Grandma Perry.
Can't you just hear him asking about the 'pomatoes?'
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