I meant to post this back in July...or was it...May?
We drive through Sacramento on our way to and from the cabin, and about once a year, we drop into Old Town. I have already forgotten why I was solo with Mr. Noodle this past time (heck I've already forgotten what month it was), but there we were having *special alone time*, just me and my silly little guy.
There are few things in this world more endearing than watching a little boy anticipate a train ride. This guy proudly waved his ticket to ride high and wide for everyone to see, and waited patiently for "All aboard!"...then the whistle...until we began to make our way forward along the river.
Sentimental moments between mother and son on merry-go-rounds, ferris wheels and train rides, often make way for twisty balloons and soft serves doused in rainbow sprinkles. I am no exception. We also took a quick run through the famed California State Railway Museum which was incredible, as promised. The three year old was too young to take much in beyond the surface, but I'm eager to get back with the big kid and open his eyes up a bit more to some great American history.