Location, location, location

Oh, is running my rail yard through the kitchen while you try to cook dinner a problem?

I always joke that although we are blessed with a lot of space in our house, somehow everyone ends up within an arms length of me at all times. Guess this makes up for all those (happily) solitary days as an only child.

Train-induced euphoria

Dylan climbed the fence to get a better look at the trains rolling by in Seattle's Georgetown neighborhood. You can't see the ear to ear grin that lit up his face when the engineer blew the horn and waved.