255/365: trucks

I heard the rumble of trucks out front first thing this morning. We had four cement mixer trucks right in front of our house and down the street a ways, pouring two new foundations. Kate hadn't even had breakfast yet, but we ran outside in PJs, milk in hand, and spent a good bit of time just watching. Kate was VERY good to stay in the yard; I was shocked she wasn't running right to them. She waved at the drivers and did lots of happy dances. All day long she kept asking to go out and see the trucks again, and every time I had to tell her they were gone. She was so disappointed.
Our girl loves trucks.