Leaves

There has been a lot of work done around here.  We have one remaining tree in our yard that is producing leaves.  Leaves by the ton.  Recently, Burl saw John using the rake and the leaf blower.
It was love at first sight.

Ever since then, Burl has let us know that he wants to help with the leaves.  Motor noise.  Pointing.  Playing with the one spatula that has become Burl's blower. 

It's less about the leaves and more about the equipment.  In four days, I think that John and Burl "did leaves" for six or more hours.  And every time it ended, Burl was a little upset about coming inside.  He couldn't get enough.

Saturday was especially fun because they loaded up the leaves in John's truck and drove them from the back of our house to the front of our house.  Burl got to ride shotgun.  

It was a pretty big deal.  John said that whatever he did, Burl did the same thing in a toddler way.  We've all seen it.  He walks around the house making the motor noise.  He pulls the string to start the motor.  He grabs leaves on his way to the car and throws them.  

Fast forward to Monday.  The day that I had to run to the grocery store.  I swung by the playground to let Burl have some fun.  With the whole place to ourselves, fun he had.

Lots of running, yelling, and laughing.  

Then, I take him to the cute part of the park for a photo op, and we find treasure: 

LEAVES.

And our little buddy gets to work.
Moving leaves.
Forming piles.
Making noises.
Breathing heavy.
Big concentration.  

 

The gated area?  Not so much.  Try Daddy's truck. 

Imagination.  Mimicking.  Boy stuff.  It's just fun.