178.

Baby J's favorite mornings are trash pick-up mornings!  He gets so excited, running to the window and watching with intensity while saying "trash!!" ("tw-aas") repeatedly.  He will press his little cheek to the glass to watch the truck for as long as possible as it heads down the street.

Last week the trash truck came a little earlier than normal and he we all were still in bed.  The noise of the truck woke him and I instead of his normal talking and knocking on the door to alert me to his presence he began crying.  I hurried into his room thinking he had hurt himself, only to find a sad little boy with tears on cheeks, pointing to the window, saying "trash?".  Realizing that he had missed his favorite part of the weekly morning routine.  We rushed and were able to catch a glimpse of the truck at the end of the road.  His disappointment pulled at my heart.  How is this kid capable of even making disappointment look so cute?!