My second son loves train tracks. Specifically, riding over them in the car. You cannot believe how excited he gets to go over a train track. Every single time we go over a railroad crossing he acts like it’s the greatest moment of his life. The bumpier the crossing is the more he gets excited. My parents live a few counties over and we must cross over 5 crossings to get to their house. He times out the drive by how far away we are from the next railroad crossing. Continue reading Stop Talking →