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We came down to the main library for a farmers market and story time. But it's preschool time, not toddler time, so Jameson got antsy having to sit still for so long. In the children's section they have this carpeted cylinder to climb in. I don't know what it's supposed to be, but Jameson insists it's a trash can.

Jameson has all three of his big trucks out digging in the dirt. The excavators really are scooping dirt into the dump truck, and he makes beep beep noises as the dump truck dumps it all back out. He's been at this for 15 minutes and doesn't look like he'll be stopping any time soon.

Grandma gave Jameson a dvd a few weeks ago with songs about trains, fire trucks and construction trucks. The fire truck section is his absolute favorite. He usually asks to watch it when he wakes up from a nap. He didn't get enough sleep today, so he's pretty konked out watching it.

We walked up to the school since they had a half day. Grandma has lots of fun stuff in her desk.

Sand from the sandbox is filling up the back of his tricycle, his collander, and probably his pants. He has chased the cat, splashed in his pool, and seriously considered eating the mashed potatos he made, but decided not to since they were made of sand. Oh, and when a cloud passes over the sun and it gets truly nice outside, he tells me it's too cold.

Jameson and I walked up to the grocery store this evening. It took twice as long as it should have because he stopped walking any time a truck drove by. On the way back, we went over to see this scraper that has been by the side of the road for a week. Jameson was in heaven, showing me the dirt and metal and chains. The only way to get him to leave was the promise of yogurt at home.

His blanket is a great comforter, and a good hood.

As soon as I folded the bed into the couch this morning, Jameson climbed up and declared it to be his garbage truck. We put the 'doors' on for him and gave him a pan lid as a steering wheel.

The kids all took a bath, and Jameson is wearing his cousins pjs. They're a little big, but not a huge difference for four years. He dumped out some dominos.

He's not paying any attention to the game, but the trees, birds, airplanes and whistles are fun.