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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Week in Haiku

Thomas, Tank Engine
Came to Rusk for Jack to see
Short ride up?  Snowcones

We went up to the Texas State Railroad in Rusk two weekends back.  If you're within striking distance, you can't miss this, whatever your age.  It's basically a very limited railroad complete with period steam engines and coaches.  I actually did this trip when I was very young, taking the longer available trip between Palestine, TX and Rusk.  No, no.  PALLUH steen.  There you go, that was good.  I vividly remember the ring pop mom & dad bought me.  My first.

We drove up there to come full circle and repeat history to see Thomas.  You know the one.  The obsession of bahzillions of little boys.  Random Thomas the Tank Engine factoid:  Ringo Starr used to narrate the TV show.  Former Beatles reading to your child is awesome.  Where was I?

Thomas in Rusk, yeah.  So somehow dude found a way to get from the island of Sodor down to Tejas, and there he was, in all of his full sized, blue-painted glory, smoking smokestack and all.  Hooked up to a real train.  That you ride on.  Jack's head almost exploded.  Grammy and Grandpa met us over there, and we all tried to stall the exasperated Yakubu while we waited for 10:45.  He got his picture (which we forgot... parenting FAIL) made with Sir Topham Hatt (for you uninitiated, just picture Mr. Peanut, but as a doughy Englishman, and you're pretty much there.  He's the mayor/jefe of Sodor, if memory serves).

The train ride through the rough piney woods was beautiful, and ended far too soon.  We'll do the longer trip to Palestine (no, no, STEEN.  Right.) a few years from now, I think.  But the weather was absolutely pristine, and uncharacteristically breezy.  So the drive up was way more pleasant than I would have ever predicted.  But hey, put me behind the wheel in the Texas hinterland on a picturesque day, and I'm beyond happy.

After we got done with Thomas, we all had a picnic under a pavilion and ate tutti frutti and tiger's blood snowcones.  We looked like the local vampire family.

Jack was so beat - he was still recovering from the World's Longest Running Illness AND a huge growthicus spurticus - that he ended up lying in Majesty's lap, the rest of him spread out down the picnic table bench like warm peanut butter.  That's what they call COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF, people.
"C'mon Aaron, let's
Go play" was heard... Hermann Park
Norah watches them
Jack, Aaron and Norah and their respective parental folk went down to Hermann Park for even more picnic action.  I'm told it was picnickeriffic.

Visit entertains
Bebe and Poppa bring floss fun
Chuy’s is delish

They came.  They saw.  They Chuyed.

Jack played with Poppa in the CAWH Saturday morning.  When Majestad went to check on them, she told me she saw her dad sitting in the back seat.  Jack was in the driver's seat wearing Uncle Blake's golf hat... and was busy flossing his teeth with real dental floss.  Her reaction to all this?  "Whatever."

Oh, and we went down to a local hangout one night, and ran into some of our neighbors that we'd met before.  This deserves a complete post to itself, but we're basically living parallel lives with them.  The dude works in my industry, is from my (relative) part of East Texas, they lived one street up from Home Port 2.0, their son was in Jack's gymnastics class, and they were there in Rusk to see Thomas the day we were.
Jungle Book they act
A play Jack sleeps almost through
Sore adult bottoms
You're detecting a theme.  In a novel interpretation of "intermission," no-nap Jack decides after 30 minutes that the actors dressed up like Baloo, Shere-Khan and Kaa could manage by themselves for a bit.  He passed out, laying across three of us in a (the?) high school theater in quaint Tomball, Texas. 

Train to hunt eggs well
Eggs found in bright BATYAWD sun
Other kids?  No chance.

You train for victory ahead of time.  And there's no chance that Jack will be allowed to eat much of anything he gathers on Easter, candy-wise.  So I'm basically trying to introduce a guided, deadly, Easter egg-snatching Predator drone into this year's fray.  To.  Get.  Me.  Candy.  So we drilled and practiced egg hunting on the patio last weekend.  A lot.  Those other kids are GOING DOWN.  Believe it.

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5 comments:

Her Majesty said...

just want everyone to know i did not say "picnickeriffic"

El Comodoro said...

But she does laugh uncontrollably whenever she says it.

Anonymous said...

I think I rememgber seeing an announcement that picnickerific is a new addidion to the American Revised Parental Dictionary. Look it up maybe.

Jennifer said...

Major props for the running haikus.

El Comodoro said...

I'm trying to recall who suggested that. It'll come to me.