July 10, 2001 - Tuesday
This morning Harry amazed me. His mother has been taking him to the library over the last couple of months and checking out books and we have a pile of those on our coffee table (above left). This morning Harry started asking for them by name and he seemed to know most of them. We'd read through one part way, then he'd call out for another one. I thought that was great. But that wasn't it. After we'd been through a few books in that manner, Harry independently grabbed the Road Builder book, got back on the sofa, and opened it to the page picturing all the trucks (top right) and started naming them. He's known backhoe for a while, of course, and has been saying front loader ("frut doader") too, but here his is, not only saying the names, but pointing at them as well. He had backhoe, front loader, paver, grader, picker (cherry picker), up truck (dump truck), crane, mixer, and even striper. I almost called his mother at work on the spot, but decided to wait and see if he would do the same for her when she got home.

He did not, but that's probably because of the other excitement. The town left the backhoe again and this time they asked if they could park it in our yard. I told the man that my year and a half old son would love it. He said that the door was open and I should feel free to let Harry sit in it. Boy, was I looking forward to picking up Harry from daycare. His mother watched him play in the backhoe before, but I missed it.


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