Choo-choo

my sweet mother drove back to visit us for the 4th time in two weeks. this time, it was not to help around the house while i recovered. it was to treat ethan to a day with thomas the train.

it was fun- ish.  ethan was in heaven.  but i won't do it again.

i called my mom today and said, "are you really tired or is it just me?" and she said "oh my gosh, i am so glad you said that. i thought it was just me."

i was beat down. so. tired.

faustino said, "isn't it just a train?"

no, no.  much more.   the petting zoo.  the blaring kids music.  the sandbox.  the corndogs.  the tent with train tables and toddlers fighting for train engines.  the kids running every which way wearing thomas t-shirts....  oh my.

but ethan really got a kick out of it... it was worth the effort.  and savannah enjoyed the train ride very much.



in this photo he first saw the train. pure delight. you can only imagine...




and the sandbox. my word. toddlers throwing sand. parents not stopping it. not enough toys. ethan loved every minute of it and we played here twice. twice. do notice the thomas tattoo. :)







i ask you, could i look any more tired? and this is the best of all 6 photos of me. thats not saying much.



we skipped the "real pictures" in front of the train? why you ask? time and money my friends.

would i recommend this day out with thomas to you? yes. ethan was so thrilled when he saw the train pull into the station right before we boarded that other people were laughing at his display of amusement. he's talked about it non-stop... and he had excellent behavior for the most part because he knew it was a special trip for him.

but am i still recovering...? well, yes. yes, i am.