
We are up and moving. There is breakfast to make, lunches to pack, backpacks to ready, and boys to get out the door by 7:30 to catch their bus. We manage to make it all happen and then I get some pancakes made for Grandpa and Caleb. Caleb gobbles his down first and has to wait while Grandpa finishes his in order to go downstairs and play trains. He stands beside Mister saying, "Eat Grandpa, eat." I cannot help but laugh as he does it so sweetly and in a very soft voice, pointing the whole time.


After breakfast is finished, the dishes done, beds made, trains played with and everyone dressed, we head into town for the morning. We have been to Cheyenne many times, but have never truly played tourist. Today we are going to take a trolley ride that includes a narration of the history of the area. Fun.


Minutes later, he climbs up into the trolley, heads straight to the back and chooses his seat.


One of the funniest moment occurred when the trolley stopped at a light and Caleb yelled, "Donuts." Apparently we were right by the donut shop dad takes him to on Saturday mornings. The rest of the guests on the trolley got a good chuckle out of that one.


The train is a Big Boy Steam Engine. Old Number 4004 is one of the world's largest steam powered locomotives and one of only 8 remaining on display in the United States. Cheyenne is lucky to have this beautiful specimen and both Mister and Caleb are fascinated. I am pretty sure that both of them would like to climb aboard and really check it out.



We stopped in at a quilt shop and Caleb found a play area with planes. Is this a good day or what? I get to look around awhile and check out the fabrics while Mister looks at the vintage machines. Such Fun. It's been a great morning, but time to return home for lunch and a nap.
I fall asleep on the front deck about 1/2 an hour before the boys are due home on the school bus. I wake at 4:00 and go into the house to see Grandpa getting Caleb a snack since he had just waken from his nap. I inquire as to where the boys are and he says they were not home yet. I am very confused since they are quite late and decide to walk over to the neighbors to make sure they aren't there. I find Ryan sitting at the bus stop upset because he can't find Raef. Raef has missed the bus and as I wonder how to go about locating him and the neighbor calls the school for me to see what they can do, another bus drives up and drops off Raef -- their only remaining passenger. He explains that he had been searching for his hoodie and missed the bus. He never did find the hoodie and was put on another bus. He shares how he has been all over the city before being dropped off. He handles it all well, but is pretty upset over the hoodie. I tell him that it will be okay -- he can look for it again tomorrow.


The boys hit the ground running when we arrive and are soon trying to "beat" every piece of equipment there.
I love that Caleb challenges himself but doesn't try to do everything the older boys do and he does things at a level he is comfortable with. He is such a smart little guy. But, IF he thinks he can do it -- there is no stopping him and sometimes Grandpa and I are not so comfortable with it.


What little boy can resist the chance to throw rocks in the water? Certainly not this one. We stay for a short time and as we are walking back to join the others, he trips and scrapes his palms. I wipe them off, kiss them, anything to make him stop crying, all to no avail. When we arrive back -- he shows them to Grandpa and then is perfectly fine. Ugh. I think I am a bit jealous. (He is crying in the picture below as we walk)
I see the boys near a piece of equipment that they don't know how to use so I go running over and demonstrate (thankfully, Mister did not catch that on camera) and soon they are giving it their best efforts as well.
We switch to another park close by (due to a much needed restroom break) and start this process all over again.
This area has rocks to climb -- who needs equipment that costs thousands of dollars? We've got a rock wall.
I love it when I catch Mister at work with the camera and always wonder what he sees. Well this is it. No fear Caleb climbing the stairs to the high slide.
Raef flies off the end of the slide as he comes down backwards on his back.




Everyone orders and they deliver my salad first. Caleb wants some so I tell him that I will share. Each time I take a bite he moves the dish closer to him and pretty soon he is bending over it trying to shield it from my fork. Way too funny. He also grabs my lemons and starts chewing on them, making such funny faces afterwards as expected.


We look out the window and spot a beautiful full moon. Ryan says, "It can't be a full moon because it is not time yet. Something is wrong." Grandpa says, "When should there be a full moon?" Ryan's answer is, "In the middle of the night." Okaaaay. Soon it is time to return to the house for homework and bed. It has been a great day.
As we are coming back onto base Ryan asks us if we have to salute. We explain that we are not in the military and so it is not required. His response is, "So since you are not in the military, you are innocent and that is why you don't have to salute." Yep -- great response. Gotta love their perspectives.
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