I swear if I see one more train that is blue I may hurl. This blog has two titles becuase I got taken. i know I got taken, I don't like it, but in the end I don't really care. Sure we spent a bazillion dollars to ride on a steam
train, and yeah, we could have skipped the gift shop... But, what is the price of getting this look on your kids face: So, at the end of the day, that little blue train may have chugged of with freight car loads of money (we estimate a roughly take of about $75k + gift shop sales per day) but left us with lots of good memories.
The day with Thomas started with meeting up with the Abates in the boarding area. Everyone was real anxious to see Thomas who steamed in with pizazz to all the kids delight. We got to ride in the first car and had a nice peaceful ride through the autumn with a Thomas soundtrack playing ( that I still can't get out of my head, mostly due to Andy singing it at every opportunity, thanks man).
So we rode Thomas, rode some rides at the midway, shook hands with Sir Topham Hatt, shopped for all things Thomas, walked a good million miles and had a good time. It really was one of the rare kid events that was run pretty well.
Ian was truly beside himself in awe, as I think all the 2-3 year olds were. Reagan did a great job of letting it be her brothers day and helped him reading cards, opening presents and playing with him into the evening as he wallowed in all things Thomas presents.
It was such a great day, it was great having the Maas and Kolinskys down to share the day...as well as Pete and Lauren (who, if anyone else noticed had cool shoes on...), a hung over Rob (part of his MO on a Sunday...just kidding), happy grandparents, the Abates and some really good Sangria...
I wish I thought of Thomas first, then I could be at home writing in my stupid blog all day...oh...
thanks again to all that made the day so special. And todays Dad story: yesterday the old man was blabbering on about a model airplane stuck in a tree he noticed at Reagans soccer field. He went on and on how cool it was. Threw a log at it (it must have been a small log...) but missed. So this morning after last night's wind he comes into my house, with... yep, some kids model airplane he "rightfully" claimed. somewhere, some poor kids weeps for his lost plane shouting, why tree, why?
A few more pics...
train, and yeah, we could have skipped the gift shop... But, what is the price of getting this look on your kids face: So, at the end of the day, that little blue train may have chugged of with freight car loads of money (we estimate a roughly take of about $75k + gift shop sales per day) but left us with lots of good memories.The day with Thomas started with meeting up with the Abates in the boarding area. Everyone was real anxious to see Thomas who steamed in with pizazz to all the kids delight. We got to ride in the first car and had a nice peaceful ride through the autumn with a Thomas soundtrack playing ( that I still can't get out of my head, mostly due to Andy singing it at every opportunity, thanks man).
So we rode Thomas, rode some rides at the midway, shook hands with Sir Topham Hatt, shopped for all things Thomas, walked a good million miles and had a good time. It really was one of the rare kid events that was run pretty well.
Ian was truly beside himself in awe, as I think all the 2-3 year olds were. Reagan did a great job of letting it be her brothers day and helped him reading cards, opening presents and playing with him into the evening as he wallowed in all things Thomas presents.
It was such a great day, it was great having the Maas and Kolinskys down to share the day...as well as Pete and Lauren (who, if anyone else noticed had cool shoes on...), a hung over Rob (part of his MO on a Sunday...just kidding), happy grandparents, the Abates and some really good Sangria...
I wish I thought of Thomas first, then I could be at home writing in my stupid blog all day...oh...
thanks again to all that made the day so special. And todays Dad story: yesterday the old man was blabbering on about a model airplane stuck in a tree he noticed at Reagans soccer field. He went on and on how cool it was. Threw a log at it (it must have been a small log...) but missed. So this morning after last night's wind he comes into my house, with... yep, some kids model airplane he "rightfully" claimed. somewhere, some poor kids weeps for his lost plane shouting, why tree, why?
A few more pics...
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