Choo - Choo

So by the time we went to bed last night, it was pretty late. And I slept in this morning...til 8:24. But I still had a LOT of work to do for my new class. So I quickly grabbed some breakfast and headed upstairs. A while into it, I could hear the Christmas train going and Dave talking to Marky. I grabbed my camera and headed downstairs.

Dave finally (on January 1st) had time to play with his train. The one his grandparents gave him when he was 10 or 11. The one I had refurbished for him last year for Christmas. He had Marky lying on the floor next to him and he was adding cars to the train.

He seemed kind of melancholy. We visited about his thoughts while I took a few pictures. He'd wondered if Marky was aware of the train as Mark seemed to be ignoring it. But his little arm shot out like a flash and grabbed the cars and ripped them off the track. So he could tell Mark was WELL aware of the train.

But even more interesting to me was his conversation. As I kept trying to get the engine, Dave, and Mark in the shot, Dave keep saying "choo-choo" in almost a baby-talk voice. Then he confessed that he'd been thinking about playing trains with our little boy. And that he would call it a choo-choo.

I was shocked. Well, pleasantly surprised anyway. With all of our children I've been excited way before Dave gets excited (probably because I'm the pregnant one) -- "it just doesn't seem real until the baby is born"--but this time especially he's been hesitant about preparations or even imagining what it will be like. So it was such a nice change to see that he was dreaming of what will be.