Santa Clause brought the kids an overnighter with the family and tickets for the Texas Polar Express. We went a few days after Christmas, during which Tessa would excitedly talk about meeting the "real real real real Santa." I would smile.
We packed our bags, put our jammies on, and headed for Palestine, Texas. It was fun to see a different part of Texas. There were some incredible, tall pine trees.
We arrived at the Days Inn and got settled into our two rooms. Jake and I made jokes about drug deals we might witness there when Cole exclaimed that it was the "best hotel ever!" There were a few times I was reminded that I could do with a little more childlike excitement and positivity on this trip through remarks like Cole's. Noted, and I'm trying to do better. No disillusionment allowed!
We left to get to the train station. What a beautiful train and woodsy area. People were lining up at their cars.
Sadie proceeded to cry. As the train got going, we were served hot cocoa and snickerdoodles. Delicious as they were, there was no where to set them, and our kids are less than adept at keeping a good hold on their food... Jake and I simply did not have enough hands between the two of us to keep it all together. With Paige moving all over, Cole insisting that he have a foot rest, and Sadie screaming, I started to get somewhat tightly wound. Jake asked Tessa to hold onto Paige's hot cocoa she wouldn't hold so he could get situated with the baby. Tessa, with her own hot cocoa in her left hand, with panic in her voice, proclaimed, "I don't know how!!!" I set her cookie down on her lap, Jake tried to hand her the cocoa, but, true to her word, she suddenly didn't know how to hold a cup in her right hand...
It dropped and spilled ALL over the seat, mostly on the seat of Jake's pants. We cleaned up the best we could, but we were a mess. I didn't realized until the end of the night just how soaked in cocoa Jake really was. What a trooper.
Things finally calmed down, including Sadie, before the reading of the Polar Express was finished, and we were all intent on making this a good, albeit sticky, experience.
When Cole sat down, I asked him if he had fun dancing. He answered, "Her face was........long pause.......AMAZING." Whenever we would ask Cole later about what his favorite part of the Polar Express was, he would say first that it was dancing with the baker, and second was meeting Santa.
We headed back to the hotel after picking up some fast food for dinner. We brought the food with us and dined together in one of the rooms. Then, to bed. Jake and I split up. I took Sadie, and he took the other three to the room next door.
It was a really fun experience. We have enough stuff, but we could always do with more happy family memories. I think Santa is on to something here...