The Polar Express

Friday night we had tickets to board the Polar Express at 5:00 for our trip to the North Pole. Santa sent new pajamas Friday morning. It was a dream come true for Reese. She would live in her pajamas if we would let her. (And here is Exhibit B concerning Reese and the faces she makes in pictures right now. )

In case you haven't been introduced, allow me- here is Bunny, Tiger, and Puppy. They travel with us everywhere we go. Bunny has been with us for over 2 years now, and Tiger has been with us a while, but Puppy joined in a few months ago. I am TERRIFIED that we are going to leave one of them somewhere. Adam had to drive to Delta at 9:00 one night to get Bunny after Reese left her at Aunt Heather's. Before we got to the Polar Express she asked, "Can my babies go wif us?" Adam told her she could take one. She replied, "Awww. But the others will miss everything." And what kind of parents would we be to deny her and her babies the experience of the Polar Express? So here they are...

We splurged and bought the package that included a visit with Santa, hot chocolate, a snack, and a "premium gift". Elynn was not so sure about the big man. She kept a close eye on him. Reese told him, "I want a washing machine, a car wif a wurkin' wadio, and cwazy sand." He said, "A washing machine? That's a unique request." Poor Santa. He probably thought we needed a real washing machine. It's actually a little pretend one, and it is C-U-T-E!

It lasted a little over an hour. The girls had a really good time, but Elynn gets a little cranky when it gets close to bedtime. 

While I'm thinking about it here are a few Reese-isms that I want to document:

Reese was in the floor playing and Elynn reached up and jerked Reese's hair. When she pulled her hair Reese said to me, "you're not babbyyysitttting!" As though Elynn only pulls hair when I'm not being a good babysitter. 

Elynn started crying one night while I was laying down with Reese. Reese had just fallen asleep so she was a little groggy. She said, "her's is cwyin' cause her's is cutting a cooth." 

Reese requested Cinnamon Toast Crunch to eat "I want Crunch ups."

Reese told her daddy, "We got you a Cwistmas pwesent. It's black, but it's not a gun. It goes on your feet."  After I TOLD her in my most threatening voice, "DO NOT TELL YOUR DADDY." Apparently I'm not as scary as I thought I was.