The wheels on the (wagon) go round and round

We had been talking about getting Sierra a wagon. Jason and I both love the classic, red, metal wagons. So, for Sierra's birthday, my mother-in-law (aka super duper craigslist scavenger extraordinaire) found one for her. When my in-laws came to visit last week, they brought the wagon along (how they managed to fit a wagon, the previously mentioned car, a child picnic table and all of their own stuff into a Toyota Corrola, is a mystery to which I may never have the answer). In order to fit the wagon into their vehicle, it had been disassembled. Sierra was more than happy to "help" Papa put it back together.

Then it was time to hop in ... ... and take it for a test ride.
Sometimes Sierra likes to have a ride in the wagon. But more often, she likes to pull it around herself.

(Note the look of sheer concentration on her face. She's so focused, her tongue is sticking out. I do that too. So does my dad.)

Sierra's been having a blast with the wagon. I'm waiting for the day she decides to load up Blanco and Hippo and Lamby and take them for a ride. It's too bad we won't be able to bring the wagon along to Montana (Jason and I do not have the mysterious packing ability that his parents do. That, and we also have to pack 7 weeks worth of stuff, not to mention a toddler and her accessories as well as two large dogs), but it will be waiting when get back.