This is what happens when we head outside to enjoy the unusually warm weather for WINTER and the tractor starts up in the distance:
Judahbear hears it.
He gets up and says "ruahr?", always with a question in his voice and pleading in his eyes. The boychild wants a ride.
Impatient for me to accommodate, he waves goodheartedly
and hightails it outta there.
Then, wouldn't you know?
His Papa, being the swell man he is, stops his work and gives him a bit of a ride.
Just a circle round, but that's all he wanted anyway.
Just a moment of time.
P.S. As you can see, boychild still has the happy scowl.
P.P.S. These photos were taken awhile ago-the husband sports a very...prolific...beard as of late. For you beard-stalkers out there....you know who you are.
P.P.P.S I helped Judah across the road...for you folks curious.
P.P.P.P.S What kind of a mother do you think I AM?!?!?