... of a real choo choo!

Today was a good day here in beautiful Colorado. We started out with church and after a visit with some friends and lunch at IHOP (exciting!), Uncle Pete came for another visit! We had told Abram last week that we were going to go to the Colorado Railroad Museum in Denver and we ended up not being able to go. We weren't able to make it all the way down there this weekend either, but as luck would have it, the "Little Train" in Loveland was still running! It's a tiny replica of an old steam engine that runs on a quarter mile track around a park from Memorial Day until Labor Day. It even goes through a tunnel! We have one in Austin in Zliker Park that Quinn and I have gone on with my sister and brother in law before we had kids. But now that we have a son who is obsessed with trains, this was a highly appropriate and exciting outing.

But before we rode the train, we found a nice bench by the pond and took some unofficial family portraits.

Then we heard the choo choo. So we headed off!

There she is, in all her glory.

Then we hopped aboard.

And a fascinated Abram held tightly to the side the entire time.

But as soon as we stopped he looked at me and said "Go! Go!" So he obviously liked it, despite his intense demeanor throughout the ride.

And then Papa took Abram for a tour of the playground.

And finally had to say good bye for awhile to Uncle Pete :(

Thanks for coming up to see us Pete. It was a good day. We're sure going to miss you!

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