I hate the train

Yes, I know I'm admitting that a few posts ago I said the train was quaint. How romantic it is that we live in such a stuck up neighborhood that the train goes by our homes and tourists look at us through little windows.

Yeah - I'm a dumbass! Not because I have a problem with the train personally, but when you involve a two year old things get really old really fast. When we went to Fairbanks we thought it would be really great to play up the fact that Nonna and Papa were going to go on the train to Denali. We took her to see the train and pointed it out as we drove up. It was fun and cute. Hubby even got her one of those train whistles and a toy Alaska Railroad train at the depot in Denali before we got on the train to come home.

She talked about the train all weekend. And it was SOOOOO CUTE! What idiots we were! Wednesday morning (our first morning at home) at 7 AM the train went by: CHOO CHOOOOO! The next sound we hear is booger screaming at the top of her lungs, "I HEAR THE CHOO CHOO TRAIN!"

great...just f--ing great. Even then though, we started to giggle. She's so freakin' cute. THEN she continued to scream it over and over again. Progressively getting louder and louder until one of us finally goes in there and brings her back into bed with us.

So, if it was just in the morning we could handle it. No big deal, we would just slide it right into our routine. But last night she was really really tired and crabby, so I got her in the bath and in bed a little early. It would have normally been a difficult night of getting her to relax and go to sleep (we were having some fine "mine" tantrums) when the train went by every hour on the hour (or more). She went from yelling it in excitement to outright panic. The last time it went by was about 11:15 and when I got into her room her expression was total terror, like the train was going to come through her wall and run her over. But she was still saying "I HEAR THE CHOO CHOO TRAIN!"

So for all of those who laughed at me when I said it was "quaint", you have my full permission to rub it in my face. I'm an idiot!

No time, but I'm being neglectful

We've been so busy and I don't have my wireless set up yet (might help if I could find the router in one of the thousand boxes), so I'm just doing a quick update on Hubby's computer.

We moved! YAY! It's superblyfantasticallyfantabulous! It is SO nice! Of course, we couldn't just move and then unpack for the next year. We had to move, then jump onto the crazy-bus to Fairbanks. Well, it's only crazy because it's family (and I don't know anyone that thinks their own family is sane, so I'm safe saying that!).

We had a great trip. Hubby, Booger and I drove to Denali and picked up the rest of the fam off of the McKinley Explorer train and then hauled up to Fairbanks (all 7 of us in a packed suburban) to the Cranberry Ridge B&B. Beautiful place! We really liked it!

I will post pics later, but now that we're back I'm neck deep in unpacking and shopping for things that we need. New house - new organization. In fact I've been told on more than one occasion this past week that I have a rubbermaid problem. Of course admitting it is the first step. I'm not admitting anything. Especially since I just got the greatest underbed storage box.

Moving Pictures

Just a few pictures of the move, including a rough panoramic of the new place.