Saturday was the day for our annual train tradition. Last year's hats were too small, so we needed new hats for the frosty occasion. Gabe's hat size is 5-12, so he's supposedly good until twelve. Not too sure about that. I guess he has a big head. We always joke that they take after their dad, who now has a rebuttal. In one of his grad Science classes they did an experiment and the outcome was: his head was just average. That's too bad. I can no longer say he has an extraordinarily big brain. 
Camille rode the ponies alone this year. She no longer needed me by her side and I was banned to the outside rope.
At least Gabe still needed our help.
We love, love, love the train rides as they twirl and whirl through downtown and under the Christmas tree.
2 comments:
hey, gen just sent me your link, hope you don't mind.
i am lovin' your blog. your kids are out-of-control cute, and you are an amazing writer.
we play the "i love you more than" game too, my last favorite of alastair was "more than comfy pants and chocolate". i felt loved!:)
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wow, you scored with comfy pants and chocolate. That is pretty close to the top of my list.
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