
Well Farmer thought you can't have a combine without a head carrier so he made one this past week to go with his combine and I just had to show everyone. I'm soo proud of my hubby!!! Anyway take a peak at the pictures below I took the pictures of the boys when they were here at our house with their papa. Farmer and I had put the Pedal Combine in our back bedroom and shut the door, thinking this would keep him from peeking. Well I had got my hands full with helping his older brother get cleaned up for lunch and I left him in the living room alone for maybe a minute and a half tops!! Well that was long enough for him to wander into the dark laundry room to the shut up back bedroom, open the door and sneak in!!

Well I came around the corner looking for him and I knew he was in there. He came tip toeing out all excited and grinning from ear to ear!!! He comes up to me and whispers "Uncle Farmer HAS A PEDAL COMBINE!!! He was speechless!!!" This little 3 year old kid was awe stuck!!! He couldn't believe what he had just seen. So I said yes that is Uncle Farmer's Pedal Combine and he doesn't want anybody playing with it. And then he said like those (pointing to the tractor rooms) and I said yes. While I'm trying to keep my composure with out laughing and scooping him up in my arms and saying: no C. Auntie Farmer can't lie to you this is really yours. Instead I said Uncle Farmer would be very upset if you were to mess it up. So his little face fell and I said why don't we go and tell your papa what we found... Well I got them outside and told my Brother in Law what had happened and papa told C. that Uncle Farmer loves combines soo much that when he comes in at night he rides this one all round the house while Aunt Farmer cooks dinner!! I was snorting I was laughing so I hard. I had the vision of my 200lb husband peddling around our kitchen island with this little bitty combine tucked up underneath him... Oh lord it was a bad mental picture. Well not to much was said that afternoon but the next day C. had his mom call Farmer cause he had a deal to make. He told Uncle Farmer that he would trade his Old pedal Tractor, and wagon for Uncle Farmer's Combine!!! (He thought this all up himself!!!) Well Uncle Farmer was holding back the laughter and trying to be serious because C. was dead serious. So Farmer tells him that he isn't done with the combine yet. And he would have to think about the deal. Then C. said he would give Farmer his dog Chewy too. Farmer said "well how about you go to the dentist and then we will think about it". Well C. didn't like that idea because he HATES the dentist. So he said: Me getting a pedal combine from Santa!!!! And hung up!!!!
So the following week was C.'s older sister T.'s birthday and we ran over to give her a birthday present. While we there C. brought out his old pedal tractor and wagon and started heading for the door (it was dark and raining out) and his mom says where do you think your going? He says "I'm trading my pedal tractor for Uncle Farmer's Pedal Combine!!!" Well Farmer says I don't think that's enough to trade for it C!! So C. runs back to the toy room with the wagon and pedal tractor. He was back there for a good while. So by the time we were ready to go he comes out with the pedal tractor wagon behind it was full of EVERY toy tractor that boy had even a couple of his brothers toy tractors too!!!! He jumps off and says "Is this enough?" Uncle Farmer started to smile and tried to hold back the laugh that was creeping in. And said C. I don't think so. Then C. thinks for a minute. And says your getting Chewy too!!! How about Big C.? (Big C. is his older brother) And Farmer said C. I still don't think that's enough. Then C. says: Okay and sighs, "how about T., Big C., Chewy and all this?" Farmer couldn't keep it in any longer we all were laughing and C. was getting irritated. Farmer asked him who would you play with then? He says: "Meow Meow" (The cat) and my pedal Combine!!!!!!!!!
Well of course we couldn't win with logic like that but he still hasn't gotten it yet but he will in a couple of weeks. And for now we are dodging the calls...


And yes that is Miss Pissy Missy herself. I can never get a picture of her when I want to take a picture of her. When I want to take a picture of something else she magically appears...





