|My previous experience with trains (and btw, what all trains should look like)|
This weekend we went to someplace new for mama's friend's wedding. The wedding was okay. There were a few nice things about it like
1) They gave us candy
2) I got to play around with some other kids
3) We got to eat lots of good food.
Mama will probably tell you more about all that but I want to tell you about the Really Important Part: I SLEPT ON A TRAIN!! I don't know if you know this about me, but kind of like every other toddler on the planet, I love trains. Real, imagined, Thomas - they are all interesting. Mama and Daddy were talking about riding on a train and it finally happened.
One night I took a bath, got in my jammies, and then instead of going to bed I put on my outside clothes and boot-shoes and got on a train!!! Wouldn't it be great if every night were like that? "It's bedtime...just kidding! It's train time!!" Anyway, first we got to ride in a taxi, which is pretty fun in itself.
I was a little confused when we got to the train station because I couldn't see any trains. Where were all the trains? Inside was very big with lots of people, and I walked around and looked and looked for the trains, but some big rails were blocking us from the windows. Why would they do that? We walked and waited and I was starting to get pretty sleepy just sitting there (don't judge; I was bored and it was past bedtime), when finally they let us go through the big rails. And there were some trains!
I'm really sorry to tell you this. I'd like you to keep your childish innocence, but I feel an obligation to tell you the truth: these trains didn't look like Thomas at all. Once I got over that disappointment, it was still pretty interesting because they were so big and long and there were people sitting on the train and sleeping on the train! We climbed on and went into a little room with some small beds and a big window. I looked out the window and said, "It's a train! We're riding a train!" for a while because mama and daddy didn't seem to get it. At least, they weren't nearly excited enough. I just want them to experience life fully, you know?
|Settled down for the night...I fit just right until Mama tried to squish in too|
I was pretty excited about sleeping on the train. There was just one problem: when you are sleeping, you miss out on every other thing that is going on in life!! I'm not the kind of person that wants to go through life missing out on all the great experiences. So I laid down and thought about riding on a train. And talked and sang about it too. I had to pop up and look out the window to make sure I hadn't missed anything exciting in the past couple of minutes.
Sleeping so close to mama wasn't bad either. I got to play with her hair and her face and her eyes and breathe in all her air and hug her shoulder and her neck and her face. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep but I know she wasn't because everytime I poked her face she said, "Go to SLEEP, Juliana." She didn't sound like she was having as much fun as me (talk about someone who misses out all all of life's great experiences...). She did giggle a little when I kissed her face for the tenth time, though.
Other than someone trying to steal all my joy, it was pretty fun. Unfortunately, it was getting pretty late and I just...couldn't...keep my eyes...open.
No matter, approximately 2.5 hours later I woke up completely refreshed and ready to experience life again. Mama was even less responsive this go around but I successfully evaded sleep for the remainder of the trip. Mama actually looked a little relieved when we had to get off the train, even though it was only 4:30am. And I was so cute that the other people in our little room didn't even complain about how much noise I was making.
|Looking out the train window|
After all that wedding stuff with lots of people wanting to touch me and take my picture, we got back on the train again! This time it was still light outside and we didn't have to sleep for a long time. I looked out the window and played with my toys and ate some hot dog and walked around. The other people in our little room fell sound asleep while I was still singing and playing. Mama and daddy could really learn something from them.
This time I slept on daddy's bed since he said he wasn't going to sleep anyway. It's pretty hard to fall asleep on a train. I finally fell asleep and what do you know - all of a sudden they were waking me up again saying we had to get off the train. I was very confused and started crying. They never wake me up! We had to put on all our outside clothes and get off the train. It was still dark and mama said it was the middle of the night. We got in a taxi and went home. I was happy and excited to be at home and I said, "It's playtime!!" Mama said it was 2am and that meant it was bedtime. I got all settled in my own bed. It was more comfortable than the train bed and nobody was trying to share it with me. It's not quite as fun as sleeping on a train, but then when you are on a train, who wants to sleep anyway?