Day Out With Thomas!

thomas ambassador

thomas ambassador

Last Christmas, Nathan received his first Thomas the Train set from his godmother and since then he has been obsessed with these freaky faced forms of transportation. Like Britney-Spears-You-Want-Crazy-I’ll-Show-You-Crazy. Every day, he’s singing along with their British children chorus and then he yells at me like a drill instructor, “SING TO THE MUSIC MOMMY!” Some of the songs have the lyrics on screen and some don’t, so I just make up the words or provide the lyrics to Ginuwine’s Pony (have you seen this site friend?! Have you seen it!?) which confuses Nathan because he wasn’t alive yet to enjoy the fine stylings of late 90s R&B.

A few weeks ago, I purchased tickets for our family to attend Day Out With Thomas 2010 Tour at the Snoqualmie Railway Museum. It was touted as a day when the “real” Thomas would make a stop at our station and the whole area would be transformed into a Thomas on steroids wonderland. Mike and I had been trying to pump up Nathan for the event, my efforts mostly motivated by the fact I spent so much money– a formula true of all kid-related events: the amount of excitement I am expecting of my son is inversely proportional to the amount of money I shelled out for tickets. In this case: $18/ticket = YOU HAD BETTER BE EXCITED.

chugga-chugga

chugga-chugga

There was a huge tent with several train tables laid out and cars set at each one for the kids. I could understand that this was a Let’s All Enjoy Thomas together gathering but it was more a mad Lord of the Flies exhibit. Kids would take cars by force from the hands of other children and others would gather all the trains they could find in their arms leaving my poor son to play with a rickety James train or left only to play with a sad coal car. There were some parents who would bellow, “Share! Share! Share!” Others would simply stand there and not say anything while their shitty kids hoarded all the toys and worse were the parents who swooped in and did the train snatching for their brats.

One older kid jacked a car from Nathan’s hands while his parents stood right there and my son looked at me like, “WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS?” So I pointed to another car that was available and said loud enough for the parents to hear, “Some kids are learning how to share! You had to learn how to share, too!” Which is my passive-aggressive way of saying, “Way to ignore a teachable moment jerkwagon! Nice job supporting forced robbery!”

Normally I wouldn’t say anything in those kinds of situations because kids will usually figure things out on their own. But Nathan is so sensitive, so prone to breaking down to life’s injustices–the chips are too spicy, he didn’t get to open the door himself, I didn’t fetch apple juice quickly enough–that I have to announce what is going on and then steer his attention elsewhere.

runaway train, never going back

runaway train, never going back

Luckily, Nathan’s cousin Alejandro was there, too so they did what they always do: run around until both of them forget who is the pursuer and who is being chased.

roll. bounce

roll. bounce

The bouncy house smelled like feet, but Nathan didn’t care. This is his usual bouncy house face and also my face when I get to eat a Subway sandwich by myself, only my jaw becomes unhinged and I get the crazy eyes. You’re welcome for that image!

2 boys 1 car

2 boys 1 car

I had brought my big camera, but it was extremely difficult carrying a baby on my chest, holding a heavy camera and yelling at a four-year-old to smile. With teeth! Look in the camera! It’s the one I’m holding! With the lens! Just look into the circle!

They had staff in front of the train who took photos for you, which is why the boys are looking at her and not at me because she said, “LOOK OVER HERE!” drowning out my calls to, “LOOK AT MOMMY! I PAID FOR THIS! I’M NOT PAYING FOR ANYTHING ELSE!”

fam bam

fam bam

Finally, a photo of us on the short and slow train ride up the ridge. This is how I imagine family photos will be for the rest of our lives, only half of us will be in the moment, aware of what is going on. The other half will be interested in something shiny on the floor or figuring out a way to muck up a picture with a mouth that is only a vehicle for the sound, “GAHHHHHHHHHH!”

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Comments

  1. It is situations like that where a personal cattle-prod would come in handy. See any douche-baggery afoot? ZAP! In the butt with electricity!
    I get friends, strangers and family coming up to me all the time to tell me how wonderfully polite and thoughtful my children are. That’s because I don’t let them act like dicks!!! That crap has never been okay with me or my husband. Parents who just let their kids do f$#k-all…ugh.
    Cattle-prod.

  2. Dude, cutest kids. Seriously.

  3. Your boys are SO cute!! My friend’s little boy, Brady, just got a Thomas the Train set for his birthday. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal with little boys.

  4. Hafa Adai!

    You have a beautiful family Mona. Love the blog. Real quick, know any good sites like weelicious.com? Looking for other healthy recipes to try out with my 2 boys. Take it easy…

  5. I played with trains growing up since my dad is a transportation consultant who preaches the word of public transportation. maybe Thomas and his public transport buddies are the beacon of the future! maybe…

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