Like many almost-3-year-olds, Alex
loves trains. He watches movies about them, sets up tracks all around the house for them, and carries trains in his pockets when we run errands. His recently-acquired Thomas the Train shirt is now one of those items that must be coaxed off of him to be washed because he wants to wear it all day and night. So with Alex's birthday coming up, I asked my cycling buddy Mike, who works for the railroad, if he knew of any places to use for a birthday party. Lucky for us, we wound up with a private tour of the rail yard and train cars. Choo-choo!
Looking into the "pit" in the roundhouse.
SO MANY BUTTONS!!! They all got to push the one that honks the (very loud) horn.
"Mama! We're on a REAL DIESEL! But it's a nice one that doesn't talk."
He was uncharacteristically quiet and observant - enthralled.
"Yep, I could just about take charge here."
Mike presents Alex with an "Honorary Engineer" certificate. THANKS, MIKE!
