Tractors and Trucks

On the complete other side of the spectrum from pink, painted nails, Jentry loves tractors and trucks of any kind, however she is somewhat partial to trash trucks.  Personally, I think it is just the most fun to say. Either way, she is very quick to point them out when drive in the car.  She also regularly chooses the tractor/truck stickers out of the sticker pile that includes many other "girly" options.  I think that her Papa is somewhat responsible for this tractor/truck craze, because whether it is in a book, on the road or on a sheet of stickers she usually attempts to find one "just like Papa's." 

This past weekend, Papa got another chance to spoil Jentry and further influence her love for tractors and trucks.  Jentry and I made the trip to “Far Far Away” (Orleans) on Friday night.  Saturday morning Papa asked Jentry if she would like to help him feed the cows.  Of course, she was very excited and quickly gathered her shoes and coat.  I also began to gather my shoes when my mother quietly explained to me that Papa was hoping that he could take Jentry all by himself.  I guess he had had a conversation with mom about it the night before and she explained how excited he was that Jentry was finally old enough to go with him alone.  This of course was fine with me, because that meant I could stay in my pajamas and sip coffee with mom!  Yeah!

I asked my dad if he wanted to take my car or if I should move Jentry’s car seat to his pick-up.  He looked at me as if I was crazy.  He said “It’s only two miles. Does she really have to have her car seat?”  Only on the farm!  I guess I have to remember that Papa is from another generation.  I regress.  Off they went to feed the cows.  When they returned Jentry was covered from head to toe in silage, but I was just thankful that she was still in one piece.  That evening Papa let me ride along with them.  Jentry (as if she had done this a thousand times) explained to me the steps you must take to feed the cows properly.  What I really learned was that after they were out the door that morning, sans mom and car seat, Papa continued to spoil his precious little girl and further manipulated her love for tractors and big trucks.

To prove my case, I would like to submit the following pictures as evidence.

Papa and Jentry ready to head out!

Papa letting Jentry drive the old feed truck that was on its last leg when I was Jentry's age 25 years ago. Yikes!

Front row seat watching the cows eat.

Watching Papa rescue the calf on the wrong side of the fence.

And as my closing argument you will see that this manipulation began at a very young age and is also color specific!

Jentry wearing her gift from Papa - two months

Jentry's first ride in the combine - three months 

Jentry's first ride on the old John Deere D - three months 

Jentry driving the tractor - almost 2 years

Papa and Jentry in front of the tractor

Case Closed! Or should I say John Deere Closed?