We went yesterday to Calera to see Thomas the Tank engine. This is the fourth year in a row that we have been. Brooks was always infatuated with Thomas, but sadly he is growing up and is slowly growing out of it. Then there is Reese on the other hand. He likes Thomas just fine, but could take him or leave him. I am starting to wonder if our trek to see him each year is coming to a close.
Sir Topham Hat
Reese would take his ball and put it right by the hole and then knock it in.
The boys got tattoos. Even I had to get a tattoo after the boys insisted.
All four years: