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It seems the train trip to DuQuoin Ariana took with Num-Num and Papa left quite an impression upon her. (It's amazing what a $3 Amtrak ticket can do for a 2 year old!)
That evening, she requested a "blue choo choo" song before bedtime. Having no such song in our repertoire, my mother had to make one up. But she forgot it and was not able to sing it for me... and then she went back home to North Carolina. So, I had to create a new song. Which, thankfully, she happily accepted and embraced.
Andy laughed when he heard it, but it remains a stable and expected component of Ari's and my evening ritual.
The Blue Choo Choo Song
for Ari
Ari and Num-Num and Papa
Rode on the blue choo choo
They bought some tickets
And went to DuQuoin
And then they came back home
Ari and Num-Num and Papa
Rode on the blue choo choo
Ari ate dinner
And looked out the window
Then Daddy picked her up
Ari and Num-Num and Papa
Said they laughed and played and smiled
They sat on the seats
And they walked down the aisle
Ari and Num-Num and Papa
Had a great time that day
When they rode on
The big blue choo choo train
Ari and Num-Num and Papa
Rode on the blue choo choo
They sure had fun
But now it's done
And maybe they'll do it again
I must sing the praises of my Beckys today. I have two friends named Becky, and they are both incredible people and two of the main reasons I have stayed even moderately sane through this crazy journey of parenthood/renovation/grad school. My daughter has claimed them as "her friends," and she calls them "the two" because they are the two Beckys.
We've been really lucky to have a lot of help while here, and I think sometimes in the midst of feeling stressed or lonely or overwhelmed or freaked out, we tend to overlook it. Sort of like missing the forest for the trees... or the other way around.
But getting up at 4:30am in order to come and stay with a likely-to-be sleepy and disoriented 2 year-old before working for four hours and then being in class for another four hours, just so your friend's husband can drive her to Marion for eye surgery and be there for morale support is the hallmark of a true friend. As is driving materials from class over after work and class of your own so that said surgery recipient can try and keep up with things.
Sometimes the generosity of others blows me away. I hope I have been similarly generous, though I fear I have not... but I certainly strive to continually improve my ability to give freely and with love.
That evening, she requested a "blue choo choo" song before bedtime. Having no such song in our repertoire, my mother had to make one up. But she forgot it and was not able to sing it for me... and then she went back home to North Carolina. So, I had to create a new song. Which, thankfully, she happily accepted and embraced.
