Ya know for an unemployed drag on the economy, I sure am a busy guy. I’m glad that I sign up for so many pointless emails from Groupon, Savy Saver, Living Social, and so on because every once in a while we find a gem. Saturday Morning the family headed out to the Minnesota Transportation Museum. A family of seven (or three with two temporary adoptions of cousin and family friend) were admitted for twenty bucks. The Jackson Street Roundhouse was decorated for Christmas and was a ton of fun. We even got our own train ride!
They had scale some model trains . . .
They had a half dozen real trains from years gone by. . .
Some amazing ornate wood work.
Side note to this picture. The entry into this old diesel engine was tiny. I was able to make it in, but there were several people larger than I who didn’t. I felt bad for them. I was happy for me. Who knows if they’re trying to lose or if they’re still on the way up? Something like not being able to join in with your child’s fun and development is one of my many driving forces.
Captain Handsome on our real train ride.
They even had a creepy Santa!
After our adventure the kids got to go home, and we replayed our Christmas party that was supposed to happen last weekend. Things like this are hard for me to avoid. I should have went to the gym. It’s really hard to turn down a cookie when lil D brings it to me and with all the joy in the world says, “Daddy I made this for you.” I reminded him of my new eating habits but only got, “No this cookie is good. You can have this one. I say so.” So if my at home trainer says so, then I must eat one. He brought me three more in the same fashion. I ate them. F-word! Looks like somebody earned an extra Elliptical time this week.
I was able to avoid a lot of other stuff though. We had more sugar cookies decorated and then on Sunday night we had to try out my wife’s new spritz cookie machine. Luckily I’m not a huge fan of the spritz so I could just fold laundry in peace as D and her made up a huge batch.
A little dab'll do ya. . . not in our house!
Cousin B's cookies.
Oh oh. Need to hide these ones!
It was a good weekend. As I was taking a break from folding socks, I had a friend post this on facebook yesterday.
There’s something about this time of year that always makes me think: if only it was as easy to hide people in real life as it is on Facebook.
While it may be true, and possibly a sweet way to weed out the bad eggs, I hope you can swallow your pride this holiday season. If you have people that are hard to deal with . . . kill them with kindness. Find the kids in the group. Focus on them. Make sure they are having as good a time as you had as a kid. Their contageious innocence and pure joy are perfect reminders of what this season is really all about for me. Seeing everything though my son’s eyes again brings back a joy for Christmas that left me in my twenties. I really hope you all have a great week!