Today we got our driveway poured. They came bright and early putting on quite a production involving a whole bunch of guys who as rough looking as they were skilled. Long bars flattened and leveled out two trucks of concrete, finished off by an ultra long broom.
Everett loved the big trucks. “Guys doing?” he asks (what are the guys doing?). I tell him concrete, and he parrots “concrete!” He doing more and more of that now, repeating what we say. We point out the guys’s moh-moh, their boots and one guy’s mitts.
Everett’s attention span doesn’t last however, and as soon as the phones came out to take some photos, he was done and wanted to watch videos of “baby” (himself).
