Saturday morning, in the lull between The Babe's bout with tummy flu and ours, we were all well enough to do one of The Babe's favorite things: take a train. It wasn't just any old train, either. It was a really old train from the 19th century - 1898 to 1916, if you wanna get technical. It only took us a few miles outside of town to a little spot where people were selling Christmas trees, crafts, and such. I thought we might get our tree this weekend, but The Babe was so enthralled by the train we simply couldn't tear him away. Any attempt to even look a tree was met with loud protest. What can I say? The kid loves transportation. And since it was a kind of 'his day', we let him look at the train to his heart's content. The tree can wait until next weekend.
My favorite part was the real wood burning stove in our car!