Truck is everything, and everything is truck.

Jonathan still loves trucks, by the way. You could only possibly have missed this fact if you haven't been within a five mile radius of our baby for the last month. Every time a truck passes through Jonathan's field of vision, or rumbles within hearing range, he shouts "Drut! Drut!" over and over again. He also shouts "Drut!" when there's thunder, when he sees one of his truck books, or when playing with one of his truck toys. And "truck toys" is an amazingly expandable category, it turns out. Jonathan also likes to make truck noises (Brum brum!) so we know when he's playing trucks. This week, his trucks have included the following: the stroller, our suitcase, waffle pieces on his breakfast tray, a rattle, and his bunny.

In a rare bit of non-truck related news, bedtime is a hoot these days. After months and months of reading "Goodnight Moon" and pointing out the mouse, something has finally clicked. Jonathan gets so excited to show me the mouse that he often lunges off my lap trying to reach his book. He knows exactly where the mouse is on every page, and he knows that the black and white pages have no mice. So he's constantly trying to push past those pages to get on to the next mouse. When a mouse page comes up, he turns to me and bats his eyes, turning his palms up and saying "Ooh daa!" I have to shake my head and say "I don't know where that mouse is!" Then Jonathan puts his finger on the mouse without even looking, chortling at his silly non-mouse finding mommy. I tried, at the suggestion of someone who shall remain nameless, to put my finger over the mouse and hide it. That lasted all of one second before Jonathan grabbed my thumb and pushed it out of the way.

I need to find a book with a mouse and a truck together.