Truck Day

Today after church (and our first time teaching 3 year old Sunday School...fun, but busy!) was touch-a-truck day in a nearby town.  I was underwhelmed, but the boys had a good old time.  Except when Owen totally freaked out after one too many seriously loud honks from the semis.  (Kids were climbing in and out of the cabs and wailing on the horns.  I was getting a bit tired of it myself.)  Owen was most fascinated with the cranes, and Asher was happy to skip the trucks for the most part and just do some serious boogy-ing to the music pumping over the speakers from the gazebo in the center of the common.  He was getting plenty of attention for all his adorable moves.  He has become an insatiable dancer...just can't help but stop and stomp his foot, bend and the waist and flail the arms whenever he hears *any* music.

Owen sharing his after-first-day-of-preschool ice cream (Asher comes up for bites of Owen's snacks routinely, and Owen is really a good sharer).

Gave Asher a yogurt and a spoon, then naively walked away.

Walking with his popper.