We went on a 2 week road trip to Chicago with stops in Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana. It was a great time, surprisingly. Everyone LOVED IT.
We passed a lot of farms. Every time we saw a horse or cow or sheep or goat, Sarah would sing, “Old McDonald had a farm,” mentioning the appropriate animal.
We were at the Illinois Railway Museum in Union, IL. There were a few benches there that were dedicated to people who passed. One of them had a little note below the person’s name, saying “He loved his toy trains.” I was sitting with Sarah, telling her that he died, and read the dedication. I repeated to her again that he died. She responded with, “Why? Did someone take his toy away?”
Yesterday, we settled in back at home. I was on the phone with someone last night, and I told her my name. “T-A-M-A-R,” I told the lady. Sarah was with me at the time, and she said “Your name is not that! Your name is M-O-M-M-Y!”
I love that kid.
In other news, Alana is crawling (commando style, per the below) and sitting up on her own from a lying down position. She discovered all of these things while she was on the trip, so she is loving being home and able to get around. She also broke her first tooth on Friday.
Illinois Railway Museum.