I was downloading the pictures off the camera a bit ago and remembered this picture taken earlier today.  In the previous post I mentioned imaginative play; here, David has decided to take his train track pieces and create the boom for an imaginary excavator.  We can do amazing things with string and masking tape in this house.  He needed a little help from Matt to make the boom sufficiently strong without using the entire roll of tape.  (You think that hasn’t happened?)  Every now and then he would jiggle his chair–excavators are bumpy, he explained.  Carmen would push him around now and then, too . . . once you dig a hole, you have to move on to the next.

Please ignore the messy floor.  We thought we could skip some of our usual post-lunch cleanup in order to facilitate napping.  It didn’t work.  We had excavators to build.

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Excavators are everywhere in this house.  Earlier this week David drew one on the chalkboard.

He was happy with it until he realized he forgot to draw teeth on the scoop.

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Earlier in the month, C&D went off to their shelves to work on something while I tried to recover from the fact that they hadn’t taken a nap.  As I made myself dizzy in the kitchen thinking about dinner, C&D had taken a pink scrap piece of construction paper and with scissors and glue turned it into an excavator  with treaded tracks.

Then they decided to color it.  (Note my feeble attempt at protecting the new dining room table from David’s enthusiasm.)

David was pretty happy with their work,

especially after he drew in a man pulling on the levers (they look like ski poles to the left and right of the man) to make the scoop, well, scoop.

That was June 4th; it’s June 13th, and his pink excavator is still one one of his favorite possessions.