Lil' Diggers

Somewhere in this photo is our son. Digging, of course. How lucky are we to live two blocks away from Seattle's only indoor beach volleyball court that has Lil' Digger hours for kids to dig?

Each time he goes, Finn brings a different digger. Which means that no one digger has been twice because we are up to our eyeballs (literally) in diggers at our house. I stand corrected, we are up to our eyeballs in digg-as, front load-as, grad-as, back hoes, 'doz-as, tract-as, trail-as, dump trucks and lorries (Finn does not pronounce -er's, exactly like someone else in our family not counting Poppie). My living room is starting to look worse than the Alaska Way Viaduct construction project.