We aren't Catholic, but since we seemed to have found ourselves in the middle of a pretty organic Catholic experience I figured we'd take the next step. A big ceramic container labeled "HOLY WATER" was a few feet from the altar. So I gave a little to Annabelle and showed her how to make the sign of the cross. Here she substituted her nose for her forehead. 
And she took me literally when I told her to touch her heart. So sweet.
Then she simultaneously slapped her shoulders a few times with each hand.
Later, snacking in an alcove, Annabelle heard the train blow its whistle.
And then she heard it again.
And then it was potty time...
Anyone remember this picture from two years ago? Here's the whole blog post if you are that committed... I was able to cajole Annabelle into repeating the whole trick of walking around the memorial and then jumping out to surprise me. Here she comes...
Rawr! Gotcha Mom!
Walking around downtown.
Showing me her favorite colored crayons. Did anyone doubt they'd be red?
I had this great idea of flattening a couple coins on the train tracks, but it didn't really work. I didn't think through the plan very well... the coins fell off the track after the train rolled over them, and then we had to rush to get on the train, so it wasn't like I was going to dive under the train to grab the coins and THEN board. Maybe next time...
Annabelle made up a game trying to keep her hands on the window. The train would rock and throw her off balance a little bit and her hands would fly up and she'd laugh hysterically. Repeat.
Probably the best photograph I've ever taken. A sort of photographic tribute to Susan Boulet?
