I got an excited phone call from Craig last Thursday afternoon..."They are starting to pick corn! Let's so home this weekend!" He was like a kid on Christmas morning...you can take the boy off the farm, but you'll never get the farm out of the boy! Anyway, like any good wife would do, I said "Sure, honey, we can do that!" Then, I went home from work, did all the laundry, packed our bags, and we took off after work on Friday. The girls (Izzy counts) and I traveled separately, as Craig went straight up from Omaha after work.
Delaney learned at least one new word on the trip "tractor". She initially thought the combine was a train a.k.a "Choo-Choo", but that was after dark when she first saw the combine from a distance. She loved to sit and watch them go back & forth. I'm sure next year, she'll need a ride in the big rig...but thankfully she was content to watch from afar this year! I'm afraid that girl has a lot of "farm girl" in her!