So rewinding back to last week, John had taken Friday off so that we could do something with Gabe for his birthday. You know, besides buy him an expensive gift and throw a big adorable party. Obviously this activity had to be cheap but we wanted it to be something special too, not just another trip to the park. Like, something like Sesame Place, which is like an hour away, wasn't gonna happen. I was about to suggest a trip to the car dealership because, hey, free entertainment! And possibly free water bottles if we pretend we're car shopping. But even I thought that sounded like a horrible thing to do so we headed out to God's country, in Strasburg, PA and went to the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania.
We knew Gabe would be into it. I just hoped we would make it past the Thomas train tables because dude, we can go see those at Barnes & Noble. Luckily we bypassed it fairly quickly and got to seeing the huge museum filled with old trains.
Clockwise L to R 1) Gabe's oooo face when he hears the train whistle. 2) Adorable vintage luggage EVERYWHERE 3) Still love a Union Jack 4) Creepiest mannequin ever. I didn't let Gabe look too long for fear of nightmares.
Guys? It was boring. So so boring. Not for Gabe...and probably John. They both enjoyed it. Gabe ran and ran and we were all "Look bud! Another train!" and "Oooohhh look at this one, it's RED!" But mostly I wandered behind them, Instagramming. I know, not my best mother moment, but I could not get into this museum. I loved that he loved it but I was ready to get the heck outta there as soon as Gabe showed the first sign of hunger/thirst/boredom. Besides, there was a Cracker Barrell to get to. And a Janie & Jack outlet. Let's not tell Gabe that these are the reasons I pushed for the railroad museum, k? Our little secret?