Trah-turrrs

I know that I have written many a post before chronicling Shiloh's love of tractors and all things vehicular, but I am going to do another one. You see, its been a hard few weeks for Shiloh adjusting to not being the center of attention 24/7. The first week of little Eli's life was especially hard on him. There was a lot of confusion and a lot of tantrum throwing, A LOT!

Luckily for Shiloh there were a few things that happened the first week of Eli's life that helped ease the fresh wound of sharing the spotlight.

The first thing that happened, was that we went to an automobile museum that is just in the next town up from us. This isn't something that I would have normally been into, especially since the price is a whopping $8 a person just to look at cars, and the museum only took a grand total of 20 minutes to walk through, but Shiloh loved it. Every. Minute. Of. It.

He was so excited to get to climb up on the cars. He kept walking around saying "trah-turr trah-turr" over and over again and pointing in every direction. For some reason he would not get up on the cars most of the time without Daddy to help him.

Except the Delorian... He played and played in that car. (Where's the flux capacitor?)

The next great tractor thing that happened was that our next door neighbors were cutting and bailing the grass in their pasture. It is a little more complex process than I imagined, but anyway, For the first whole day, Shiloh kept watching next door as the big tractor was cutting down the grass. Daddy kept taking Shiloh outside to see. The gentleman in the tractor then got out and said that Shiloh could go for a ride tomorrow if he wanted to.

That is exactly what happened. He and daddy got to hop over the barbed wire, climb into a tractor and enjoy the process. What good neighbors, and what a fun experience for Shiloh.

If you can't see it, Kenny and Shiloh are in the tractor in this one. You can just barely make out their silhouette.

Another "good" thing...Kenny had been putting off mowing the lawn for a few weeks. Shiloh was delighted that he an Daddy got to spend countless hours together on our small yard tractor just mowing and mowing away. It did keep Shiloh preoccupied and less grumpy.

The last tractor-esque thing that happened: My mom and dad, or Nanna and Pop pop, as we endearingly call them, bought Shiloh a little scoot along four wheeler. When the mowing was done and the bailing next door was done, and we had already gone to the museum, there was this cute little diddy for Shiloh to play around on.

I may not be in love tractors myself, but seriously, heaven bless tractors that first week of Eli's life.