Despite a grueling 10 hour journey from Tennessee 2 days before my sister, Jen (in red) was both brave and ambitious as we took the 3 hour trip to go see Thomas the Tank Engine with her 2 year old Nathaniel and 7 wk old, Caleb, my mother, Luke and myself. It was 95 degrees in the shade, very muggy and I was dreading having to "deal" with Luke as we attempted this adventure. Miracle of miracles - Luke was an angel. He stayed right by us and waited patiently for his turn, was helpful with the baby, didn't go nuts in the store just thoughtfully picked out 3 of the least expensive items - his favorite being the $3.00 balloon. Nate was fed up with the car and the heat but who could blame him - other than that it was a wonderful time. The music with the homemade musical instruments that the kids could play with was Nate's favorite. Luke used the stamps, did a puzzle, listened to the music, but his favorite was what was ingrained in him by his beloved Mom-mom Hilda - just playing with the trains. Luke still almost 2 mo. later gets up in the morning and asks if we can go see Thomas today.... No buddy, he's back in Sodor.
