Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wyatt's 18-month obsession with trains is not showing any signs of slowing. In fact, it appears to be revving into maximum overdrive, as evidenced by the very unique physiological response that occurs when he first catches a glimpse of a beloved choo choo. His body noticably stiffens from excitement and trembles in anticipation, as he desperately pleads for an opportunity to lay his meaty little hands on such a fine piece of machinery.

My sister-in-law heard about a toy train shop in Sand Springs and thought it would be a perfect afternoon outing for Wyatt and Avery. Electric trains blanketed the walls, some of them dating back to the early 1900's. Admiring them from afar came easily for the adults, but it presented a moderate degree of frustration (more like devastation) for Wyatt as he tried to process in his 3-year-old mind why he was not allowed to play with or examine the locomotives more closely.

Avery and Wyatt with
Uncle Brett and Aunt Stephanie

But things started to look up as the owner began to couple up some train cars and send them into motion on the tracks--which twisted through towns, climbed mountains, and chugged through tunnels.
I think we were all captivated by the demonstration, but like all good things, it eventually came to an end.

"The End." For a kid with such an insatiable appetite for excitement, they are the most devasting words that could possbily roll off a person's toungue. He made it known immediately that he wasn't going down without a fight.

With tears flowing like rivers, and screams violent enough to pierce an ear,
he pressed his distraught little face into the display window, as if to get one
final kiss from his true love before being horrifically ripped from her arms forever.

Needless to say, we were graced with his melodic protest the entire drive home. The frequent kicks to the back of my seat? Those were just a bonus. The dodging of flying socks coming from the back seat? Well, that was just hilarious. Poor kid. Two days later, he still isn't over it.


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My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition (most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very characteristic of a merlot. (more)


“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771