Wednesdays are a big deal in our house. Wednesday is garbage/recycle day and Charlie's favorite day of the week. He is in love with the huge, dirty, stinky, loud trucks. Regardless of what we're doing, playing on the floor, eating breakfast in the kitchen, changing a diaper, etc. etc. - Charlie must get to the front window immediately when he hears the rumble of the truck creeping up or down our street. It's so funny to see his eyes get even more enormous than they already are and for him to look at me like "window, Mama - STAT!". The garbage men (er...waste management coordinators), know him and make sure to wave every time they pass. I don't think it's a coincidence that they always choose our house to stop, raise the bucket, dump the trash and run the compactor. They do it for the boy, for sure. If it's nice outside, which up here means it's not raining, we'll sit on the front steps or our stoop by the sidewalk for a closer more personal look at the action. I caught a few shots of Charlie's usual hangout at approximately 7:45 and 9:00 AM every Wednesday.
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