Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Tweetsie Railroad

There are lots of pictures from this trip to Tweetsie (which happened in the middle of May, and I am just a tad behind on posts lately...), but since you could see a regular onslaught of Tweetsie pictures on this blog, I usually just select a few from each trip now.  This particular trip was unique because P headed over to the cowboys with a question.


He stepped up, posed for a photo, and asked, "Do you think you'll need any help getting the gold on the train before you head to Fort Boone?"  The cowboys thought some help might be nice, so P had the opportunity to be a part of the pre show and help hoist the box of gold onto Tweetsie herself.  He was so proud of his hard work!


The boys rode some rides together.  One of the things I love about having these guys 22 months apart is that they are best friends and built in playmates.  (In fact, as I am typing this morning they are playing "pirates and mermaids" together and having a blast!)  More often than not, they choose doing things together - like riding in the same plane at Tweetsie - over doing them apart, and I love seeing them enjoy being together.


Sometimes at Tweetsie we'll see baby goats roaming about in the deer park.  During this visit, we met a goat that was only a few days old as she was being carried through the Miner's Mountain area.  The boys asked if they could pet her.  They are both really into caring for babies, and P especially keeps asking if we can have a baby.  I keep saying if our family were a democracy, we would.  I have both of these guys on board!  Of course, if our family were a democracy, we'd have all sorts of other problems...


When we left for the day, we stopped at the "Cow Chikin" in Boone for dinner.  C fell asleep on the short drive there, and he didn't wake up at all during dinner.  Or on the ride home.  Or when we arrived home.  He slept through the night and woke up at his normal time the next morning.  He was worn out!


It was a fun visit with a couple of surprises!

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