{"id":962,"date":"2012-08-22T01:08:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-22T01:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eaumaison.wordpress.com\/2012\/08\/22\/tiny-town"},"modified":"2012-08-22T01:08:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-22T01:08:00","slug":"tiny-town","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eaumaison.us\/index.php\/2012\/08\/22\/tiny-town\/","title":{"rendered":"Tiny Town"},"content":{"rendered":"

A couple weeks ago we took Jack to Tiny Town<\/a>, Colorado!\u00a0 He was sick in that indestructible, two-year-old way that they drip snot and cough but are still hyper and demand entertainment.\u00a0 That night I got sick, in the thirty-year-old way that I drip snot and cough but want nothing more than to hole up in the basement with Tylenol, a box of tissues, and season five of The West Wing for three days straight.\u00a0 I even called in sick to work – I have to be REALLY worn out to do that.\u00a0 I think I’ve only done that twice before in three years.\u00a0 Then Ben got sick and I continued to have little energy and had to work for a whole week while Jack continued to ping around the house, a typical ball of chaos and fun-seeking boy-mass.\u00a0 Jack watched a lot of Dinosaur Train<\/a> that week.\u00a0 <\/p>\n

All of that is to excuse this very delayed post about Tiny Town.\u00a0 Jack LOVED it.\u00a0 Did not want to leave.\u00a0 Wanted to ride the choo-choo all day.\u00a0 You should have seen the reverence with which he gave the conductor his ticket for punching.\u00a0 Oh, but you can! For I am posting pictures and video finally. (Credits to Amanda and Ben)<\/p>\n

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