The Godfather

My sister and brother-in-law visited this past weekend. Aunt Maura, who is my little sister and Samson's godmother, threw a "sprinkle" for Vicki. Being a second child herself, Maura is keenly attuned to the fact that the second kid gets a lot less pre-game attention (like showers, day-by-day diary entries, etc). Hence, the sprinkle. Not a full-on shower, but a... well, you get the idea.

Which meant that Samson's godfather, Uncle Greg (or, as Samson calls him "Go-Go Greg"), and I got to spend Saturday at the train museum.

Three-Gs is easily Samson's favorite person. His arrival at our house is something like the Beatles deplaning at Kennedy that first time.

Seriously. The poor guy can't go to the bathroom without Samson calling after him, making sure he's coming right back to play.

We had lots of fun at the museum and got to hang out with some of the other sprinkle non-attendees (Jacob and Oliver and their respective dads).

It was pretty cold out, so a few of us took the complimentary train ride to nowhere that the museum offers.

I think there must be some historical significance to the track itself. Someone mentioned it was the original mile of track laid down for the B&O railroad. I sure hope so, because the sights along this trip included a lot of rusting, graffitoed cars; the remains of a modern-day Hooverville; and a guy standing with an enormous pitbull waiting to cross the tracks.

Not to mention the fact that the train itself is museum-quality only in the sense that it's a decommissioned 1980s-era Washington, DC commuter train. I couldn't help but wonder if the toddlers lined up and slowly proceeding from the platform onto the train weren't getting some eerie sense that the future wasn't all it is cracked up to be.

Regardless, we had a good time.

These shots of Samson and his friend, Jacob, from the little guy train ride kind of say it all...