loose in the caboose
After a fiasco with our diaper service, involving diapers and contents left on our steps, we decided that maybe the time was right to potty train. So we cancelled our diaper service in mid-August and I stocked up on some cloth diapers for sleeping and training pants. Training, for the most part, turned out to be no big deal. Axel ran around the house nekkid for a couple weeks and then, one day, we bit the bullet: we took the train to Sacramento.
Axel's love affair with trains has been on-going for a while now, so when I heard about the Sacramento train museum a few days before he turned two, I decided we could squeeze a train trip in before he graduated to paying a fare.
Everything was a fabulous success: from the bike trip to the train station, to using the bathrooms on the train, to the huge engines, refrigerator, sleeping and dining cars, model trains, and toy trains in the train museum. Axel walked around, gripping my hand tightly, huge eyes.
That Perfect Day is how we ended up with two (2!) three-packs of Thomas the Tank Engine underpants. At least, that's how I'm trying to put the story together. Because, otherwise, I cannot explain how I, the most anti-consumer person in the brick house, became responsible for buying Axel underpants with pictures of Thomas and friends (I know, it's trademarked) stamped on the booty. Which prompted Mychal, when he saw them, to comment: gettin' loose in the caboose. Yikes! What have I wrought?
Axel held the package of train pants through the entire store (I had to wrest them from him to pay) and all the way home. And when we opened the package at home, he was beside himself: trying each pair on multiple times, trying each pair on Monster multiple times, before, in a complete dither, electing to go naked so that he could arrange all pairs on the coffee table to better see them.
Axel's love affair with trains has been on-going for a while now, so when I heard about the Sacramento train museum a few days before he turned two, I decided we could squeeze a train trip in before he graduated to paying a fare.
Everything was a fabulous success: from the bike trip to the train station, to using the bathrooms on the train, to the huge engines, refrigerator, sleeping and dining cars, model trains, and toy trains in the train museum. Axel walked around, gripping my hand tightly, huge eyes.
That Perfect Day is how we ended up with two (2!) three-packs of Thomas the Tank Engine underpants. At least, that's how I'm trying to put the story together. Because, otherwise, I cannot explain how I, the most anti-consumer person in the brick house, became responsible for buying Axel underpants with pictures of Thomas and friends (I know, it's trademarked) stamped on the booty. Which prompted Mychal, when he saw them, to comment: gettin' loose in the caboose. Yikes! What have I wrought?
Axel held the package of train pants through the entire store (I had to wrest them from him to pay) and all the way home. And when we opened the package at home, he was beside himself: trying each pair on multiple times, trying each pair on Monster multiple times, before, in a complete dither, electing to go naked so that he could arrange all pairs on the coffee table to better see them.
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