the little things

Since Oliver was old enough to climb, he’s clamored up on the orange chair in our bedroom and peered out our bedroom window, down the street, making sure the neighborhood is safe.

Friday’s are particularly exciting for him. Every Friday the garbage truck rumbles down our street to collect the trash, recycling and yard waste.

This morning, Gavin joined him at the window and they had a discussion about the truck, the colored bins, and the nice view from our bedroom window.

Oliver waved bye-bye to our trash as it disappeared into the truck.


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