Well, we survived Thomas another year. The weather was nice and the lines were short, so all in all a good time. Adam wasn't as thrilled with it as I thought he would be, but he was quite adorable waving at that big train when he saw it coming. Jacob had a good time, he's always happy to ride Thomas and get a cool tattoo, but this year he spent a lot more time at the art table and I was kind of like, gee, we can do that at home for free, but whatever, at least he was happy. I think I deserve a medal for making it through the whole day without having a meltdown about the fact that I did not buy enough batteries for the camera, therefore getting only five bad pictures before the thing died. Oddly, the same thing happened last year so I don't know why it did not occur to me to be more prepared. Thank you Thomas people for overly charging me for this blurry Thomas memory, at least I have one semi-decent picture.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.