My son is very loud. Everything he does is loud.
He slams his pretend vacuum into anything on the floor, especially doors and baseboards, as he “cleans” the living room. He shouts as he plays with his just as loud or even louder toys. I don’t think a day goes by when Choo-choo doesn’t drop all his toys from his bed into one large pile, each car, truck, and train slamming onto the others with a crash.
“Mom!” he screams to me from the other room. “I making noise!” Continue reading “My noisy boy”
I never thought I would be so excited to visit a train museum.
That is, until my darling son Choo-choo came along.
Most, if not all, of our short day trips or even longer vacations include Continue reading “Life as I knew it…”
Choo-choo, Diesel, and I had a super fun family day yesterday. In celebration of Choo-choo doing better with his potty training, my husband and I took him to another train museum a few hours away from us.
It was all our kid had talked about for the past three days. He asked about going every night and again in the morning. He asked if we were there yet the entire drive despite many assurances we weren’t even close. Choo-choo just could not contain his excitement.
Once there, we Continue reading “Train rides and swirly slides”
My darling son is now three years old! How on earth did that happen already? His previous two birthdays had been rough for me due to my depression and the realization that my little boy won’t be little much longer. However, I haven’t felt nearly as low this year as the last two, and I was ready to celebrate. Continue reading “Choo-choo’s Birthday!”
Just a few reasons why he’s my little Choo-choo:
(And yes, those are mismatched jammies!)