One word can pretty much sum up our entire month of May (or at least every picture I took that month): trucks.
We played with trucks outside.
We made daily outings to one of the construction sites down the street. All the workers know who we are and would wave to us every day. A few liked to come up and talk to us. I now know more about trucks than I ever thought I would. I guess that's what I get for having a boy--and soon I'll have two of them. . . .
I even searched the local library catalog for truck books for McKay. Every book we checked that month out was about trucks--and he was in heaven!