Jory and I had a date night. Thanks to Child SHARE and a generous moms group, he and I went on a Christmas train ride. I picked him up from school, leaving his poor sister behind, and we hopped on the freeway. How can traffic be so crazy when it's only 3:30 in the afternoon? Where do all these people come from? Why can't half of them move to America Junior? You know it's just like America, except it's Canadian. But I digress.
After driving an hour and forty-five minutes, we arrived at our destination. Oh, the smell of horses was strong in the air. We were bundled up in scarves, hats, and gloves. We greeted our friend, Lauren, got our tickets, then got in line to ride the train. Jory was thrilled to be riding a train and asked me, if I would ride with him when he became a conductor. I assured him, I would indeed ride with him when he was a conductor. We got on the train and off we went. He, of course, wanted the train to go faster, but I explained it wouldn't be safe with so many people on it. We watched the Christmas lights as we zoomed to our final destination where we would meet Santa.
The last time Jory met Santa was with Tigger on my birthday two days before he turned one. They all took a picture together. He even had on his I love Santa bib, unfortunately the picture was lost in an airport in either Louisiana or Texas. This time he was old enough to appreciate meeting the man with the big, full white beard. They took a few pictures together and he told Santa he wanted a city bus for Christmas. I was too far away to hear clearly, but I think Santa told him he would see what the elves could do. And I'm sure by elves he meant, amazon.com because finding buses to play with is not an easy thing.
Santa handed him a candy cane and then our time with him was up. I think Jory was very happy with his time with Santa. As he was taking a picture in a sleigh, he wondered where Santa's real sleigh was. I shrugged my shoulders and was just grateful that he didn't ask where the reindeer were.
The train ride back to Santa's Village was extra thrilling because not only did we get to sit right behind the conductor, but we also went through a tunnel where everyone got to scream to their hearts content. More pictures were snapped, one with the conductor, delicioso desserts were eaten, and then family pictures were taken, after a few words with Mrs. Claus.
If I had known, pictures were gonna be taken I would have brought Jory's red turtleneck and jeans so we could have been matching, but alas I did not. We still took pictures, we'll see how they turn out.
All in all, my night out with my baby boy was great. It was nice spending one on one time with him that didn't consist of running errands. It was interesting to listen to him, to see how he's growing older, becoming a man.
"Mommy is the tank on empty?"
"No, Jory, I got gas before I picked you up. Our tank is full. See."
"Because if we ran out of gas the tow truck would have to come pick us up and tow our car."
"I don't think they would tow our car, I think they would bring us enough gas, then follow us to the gas station to get more."
"I think they would tow us."
"Mommy, are we lost?"
"No, we're not lost. I have the directions right here in front of me."
"Because if we were lost, we'd have to call 9-1-1."
"No, you only call 9-1-1 for emergencies, not just if you're lost on the freeway or streets. We could ask someone and they would help us get back home."
We've never been lost together or run out of gas, so I'm not sure where these conversations came from other than the mind of a man. One day, my baby boy will be a man. Nope, don't want to think about that. I'm very content in the moment, in this time, where I can spend a wonderful evening with my precious, handsome, intelligent, engaging, funny, insightful five-year-old boy. I am completely and madly in love with him. I am one truly blessed woman. God didn't give me what I wanted, but exactly what I needed when it came to my second greatest Christmas present ever.
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