Imagine an entire exhibit hall filled with model trains of every size, color and era. Imagine hundreds of feet of track surrounded by children of all ages. I brought the boys to TrainFest in Wisconsin last weekend. I thought they'd have a great time since they LOVE their GeoTrax as well as wooden trains. They had a good time but I think it would have been a lot better without the tantrums.
We calmed down enough to get ourselves in the car and on the road. I felt horribly guilty for my angry display and tried to make it up to the boys by being extra cheerful while we drove. I played their favorite music and apologized about 100 times before we crossed the state line.
Henry and Liam enjoyed the trains. They didn't quite understand that these weren't toys to play with but rather appreciate from several inches away. Henry did not like the noise of the public address system and neither boy wanted to ride the motorized kiddie train. They did, however, enjoy their soft pretzels and juice.
|Some kids brought stepstools to help them see the displays; we brought Grandpa|
I don't know if their interest in trains will last until they are old enough to make model trains a hobby like the exhibitors at TrainFest. It takes quite an investment of money and time. Still, it would be fun to have a garden train someday. Those are my personal favorites.
After TrainFest, we tried to have an early dinner. Liam fell asleep in the car on the way to the restaurant. He had a huge tantrum upon waking. It was ugly and loud. I was embarrassed and didn't want him to disturb the other diners. Finally I gave up the hope of ordering a meal, left the restaurant in a huff and dined on fast food behind the wheel. I gave Liam a piece of my mind about needing to act like a big boy but I doubt he heard me over his own shrieking. Shortly thereafter, in a burst of expressiveness, Liam announced that his ear hurt. Sure enough, his cold had settled in his ear and he was working on a fever. Cue the major mommy guilt for the second time in one day.
I drove home (why does it seem to take twice as long in the dark?) replaying the day's events in my mind. It had been filled with over the top reactions. All of us needed a good night's sleep.
Among the many things I learned in this one long day was how well and truly my children can forgive even the ugliest transgressions. As the next day dawned, they still wanted to be with me. They wanted me near as they did puzzles and Color Wonder pictures. They wanted to read books with me. They wanted me to sit on the couch and watch live action train videos. After everything I'd put them through on Saturday, when Sunday came they still loved me.