Activity Review: Riding on a Train

Bye bye twacks!

First off I have to apologize for the long spaces of time between posts.  I've been extremely busy helping Mummy and Daddy take care of Baybay.  Even as I write this I'm a little stressed out about the backlog of "WAAAAA BAYBAY WAAAAAAAAAAAA"s and "I love you baybay"s I have to exclaim today, the accumulation of fresh diapers I need to hand to Daddy during Baybay's CONSTANT diaper changes, and the sheer number of kisses due for distribution to Baybay's forehead.  But we're all busy.  I get that.

The real point of this post is to share with all of you some BIG news.  You know those trains you see going by at random times near your favourite park?  YOU CAN RIDE ON THEM.  Yep, you read that right.  No need to constantly forlornly wave "bye bye choo choo" as the greatest piece of machinery known to toddlers speeds by.  Now you can get your Mummy and Daddy to take you and  Baybay to the nearest train station and climb up some steps and sit down on a chair inside a train.  I know, I know, that's what I thought!  But train stations really are a thing, and I can't tell you how many tons of trains are there because I can only recite up to 10, and can only actually count up to 3.

Spoiler alert: The inside of a train is a lot like the inside of a subway.  There are lots of chairs, lots of people, and tons of rules (a small sample of which include: no screaming, no running around wherever you want, no taking your shoes off and demanding to be allowed to run around wherever you want, no taking your shoes off and screaming and demanding to be allowed to run around wherever you want, etc. etc.).  The excessive number of unreasonable rules was a bit of a bummer, but knowing I was actually sitting inside a choo choo made up for it.  I got to look out the window while the world sped by, and tell Mummy and Daddy every time I saw a cawr, or a twee, or even gwass.  Delightful!

Bottom Line: WHEEE!  I'd choo choo choose to do this favourite thing every day (until I cho cho chose not to do it because I all of a sudden randomly hated it, because, toddlerhood!).

Major Life Event Review: Finding Out I'm Going to Have a Baby Brother or Sister

This bump is getting in the way of a good snuggle!

Well I'd been keeping this news under wraps for a while folks, mostly because Mama and Dada broke it to me just before my first birthday and it registered as a 1 on my Richter scale...but apparently I'm getting a baby brother or sister.

Mama and Dada have since been consistently asking me who is in Mama's tummy (my initial guess of Santa was apparently incorrect) and pointing to her growing belly to let me know that there's a baby in there.  They'd may as well tell me that it's snowing in Key West because I have no idea what to make of this news.  How does it impact me?  I mean occasionally when I'm sitting on Mama's lap for the 38th daily reading of "Snowy Day" her tummy gives me a particularly forceful shove (which I find somewhat perplexing and mildly irritating), but for the most part, life hasn't changed, and I don't expect it to.

I'm glad Mama and Dada have found another shared interest to talk about at dinner, but unless this "baby" plans on coming out of Mama's tummy to snuggle Mama and Dada and eventually play with my toys (right, and if you believe that, I should let you know that it's snowing in Key West), I'm pretty sure this is about as newsworthy as what I had for breakfast this morning (goguh, see-yah and nanana - and it was delicious).

Bottom line: WAAAAEEEEE....????  Which incidentally, Mama advises me, is the sound that babies frequently make.