‘Big’ must be Mr.C’s favorite word. I probably could pick any picture and point out something that he refers to as being ‘Big’.
When we go to Beaver Brook Park, the search begins for a big enough stick to reach down into the stream as soon as we park the car. It’s rare that we find one big enough, and yet light enough for him to carry, to use to poke things with as he sits or runs along the stream.
Here’s one of those rare times that we did find a big stick. I should have put it in the trunk of the car.
Here he is at a demonstration at the Martha’s Vineyard Ag fair , back in August. This was set up to show how pulleys can be used on a farm to lift heavy weights easily. C was amazed that he could lift this, I don’t think he knows what 30 lbs. means yet, but he did know that the block of cement was pretty big.
We are lucky enough to be able to go to Martha’s Vineyard often in the Summer. There’s many beaches there, each one a little different. This is one that C calls ‘Big Beach’. I’m not sure how that came about, might be the big waves since the beach faces the Atlantic instead of a harbor or the Cape side, or it might be the wide sandy beach at both low and high tides. We call it Big Beach now too.
Living in New Hampshire, we have easy access to a lot of farms within easy driving distance. We’ve been to one so often that they know us fairly well and we can go out back and see the animals, goats, pigs, cows, chickens, rabbits, and this very large pig known as ‘Winston’. He wanders around out of his pen, snorting all the time. I have to try to make sure C doesn’t feed it since it’s on some kind of special diet.
‘Let’s go to see big pig Winston’ C says.
Big Dump Truck. As opposed to the other big dump truck, which is much smaller. Both of which he calls ‘Big Dump Truck’. I have no idea how I know which one he is referring to. Must be the context, since we use this one outside and the other one inside.
He’s helping to weed the flower bed.
Weeds, flowers, grass, it all ends up in the big dump truck.