Trey has fallen in love with combines. He was able to ride with his Grandpa Mike (along with his Daddy) in his combine twice this summer for 2 1/2 hours each ride! Trey has become proficient at saying "kawbine" (combine), "trakTOR" (tractor), and "weeeat" (wheat) thanks to his time on the farm this summer. A couple of cute stories have emerged from Trey's first real harvest:
- When heading down to Almira to ride in the combine for the second time, Blinn told me that Trey woke up twice from a nap and would look around in the truck and ask "kawbine"?
- For the first couple of days after his final combine ride of the season, Trey would see Blinn pull up in the truck (that they took down to Almira) and say "kawbine? kawbine?".
- When at Dee Dee's house last week, he was putting on different hats and came across a straw one. He put the hat one and said (of course, I'm getting redundant at this point) "kawbine" to Dee Dee.
- Last night at dinner (after eating an entire ear of corn) all on his own Trey said "kawbine". Blinn and I said something back to him like "yes, you like to ride in the combine". Next, all on his own, Trey said "Mike". Usually when we talk about combines we remind him that he rode on one with Grandpa Mike. We'll work on the prefix. ;)
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