I thought it would be really cool to buy a train for our house. I know the boys love trains, and I saw those really big G scale trains when we were on vacation.
So I ordered the train, ordered extra track and set it all up. The boys, 6, 4 and 8 months love it!
But I guess I had forgotten how close to the floor a train set is. Ever think about that? Me either. I really haven’t done the “floor thing” in years. But when you own a train set, you don’t have an option.
I had also forgotten that trains have like 11,000 wheels and you have to get them all on the track at the same time. No easy task. And in order to do that you have to press your face into the carpet, remove your trifocals (they don’t work when you turn your head sideways) and try and get all of the wheels back on the track at the same time. “Good, all the wheels are on the track. Aydan, start it up!” I holler to the other side of the Christmas tree. “No, no not backwards! It derails when . . . stop, stop, stop. It’s off the track.”
Face mashed into the carpet again, all 11,000 wheels back on the track. “Okay Aydan, forward this time. Okay, good the train is running.”
“Weston, what happened?” “He wouldn’t let me drive!”
I guess I had forgotten that part too. If your brother is driving it’s your job to kick the train off the track. So I finally realized that it’s just easier to lay on the floor and pivot around on my belly from train wreck to train wreck. Train wreck in turn 3. Pivot, urrrrg! Pivot, urrrrg! Pivot urrrrg!
Then as I’m trying to get the 11,000 wheels back on the track I notice the track is moving! What? I look over and Godzilla baby (Gavin) sitting next to the track grabs the track (G scale!) in his tiny right hand and starts doing curls with the track in his hand.
I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything!