The Saturday before we moved went to a Brew Fest at Oaks Park, which is a small amusement park right next to where the girls took their swim lessons. Clearly, the girls couldn’t actively participate and I couldn’t either cause I was taking antibiotics and the pharmacist warned me that if I mixed alcohol with my prescription the result would be violent vomiting. 
So Momma didn’t get any beer. But honestly, it turned into a train fest instead.
There is a rinky dink little train that goes around part of the park and since the rest of the amusement park was closed they had the train operating for free. 🙂 So, naturally, we had to take the girls on their first ever train ride!
Train seats are really interesting when you’re 8 months old.
Daddy, Gramma, and Haley rode in front while Hazel, Aunt Kathleen, and I rode behind them.
Ignore everyone else in this picture and just check out Haley’s blue steel stare.
Grandpa was a trouper and stayed with the stroller for us, though I think he would have been to long for the train anyways. Ignore that he looks like a creeper in this photo, he’s not, Aunt Kathleen just likes to make him look like one.
Can you tell how perfect the weather was from these pictures? I miss it so much.
I love this picture of the three of them with their heads together. I had such a close relationship with my maternal grandmother and I’m so excited for the girls to have a similar relationship with my mom.
Is it just me or is there something sad and beautiful about an empty amusement park?
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