What is it about boys and trucks and dirt and nuts – and not the cashew kind, the kind in their pants.

It is almost like boys pop out already programmed to like certain things and do certain things.  I really find it fascinating.  The whole truck thing is particular.  Both of my boys are obsessed with trucks, any kind of truck, really anything with wheels that is large and in charge.

Our neighbors are adding on to their home so it is a massive construction site with trucks coming and going daily.  My boys are in heaven watching these trucks go back and forth all day long.  My daughter could give a rip.

Yesterday, Abbs and I sat out on our front stoop and watched the loader go back and forth with load after load of dirt.  He is only 15 months and he sat still, his tiny flat buns firmly planted there just watching this thing like there was going to be a quiz when it was over.

After his nap, I asked him if he wanted to go back outside and watch the trucks.  He immediately got this huge grin on his face.  He is a man of very few words, well, none to be exact but he has a smile that goes for miles.

So, trucks and nuts are his favorite things and I think he was born to be obsessed with these two things.  This kid grabs his junk every chance he gets and he does not mind if they are covered in poop, actually, I think he prefers them like that.  Changing diapers is a shit show over here, literally.