Being the mother of two boys, I have done my fair share of train related stuff.
Read books about trains.
Gone to the train museum.
Built dozens and dozens of train tracks.
Watched movies about trains.
Ridden on a steam engine through the redwoods.
So you may well imaging my feelings when I found out Jude’s last field trip of the year, was to yet another train museum.
Well, truth be told, I was kind of excited too. Turns out I really like trains.
All week long the the clouds had drenched the valley. I was more than a little concerned when I woke up Wednesday morning to more rain. Nonetheless I packed our lunches, jackets, and umbrellas, loaded up the boys and headed for the foothills. By the time we arrived the sun had broke through promising to be a perfect spring day.
We had the BEST tour guide! He was relaxed, loved being with the children, and he was careful to keep all the information at the level of a 5-year-old. By the end of the tour of the roundhouse, he had all the children whistle trained. One blast- stop. Two blasts- go forward. Three blasts- back up.
Man, I need to get me one of those whistles.
We ended the day with a picnic on the grass. The last few minutes the dark clouds pushed in an let loose on our happy gathering. We scooped up our lunches and ran to the car, soaking wet with big smiles on our faces. Another sweet childhood memory planted firmly in the minds of my boys.