The train thing started just before Trevi's second Birthday. Back then, his train vocabulary was limited to, "Woo Woo", and "BART Woo Woo" (That's Bay Area Rapid Transit Woo Woo, for those of you who have never ridden BART). We called him, "Cave Man", because most things he said were more gruntlike than wordlike. I am happy to report that he did, eventually, lose the Cro-magnon act, and trains have been a favorite topic of conversation ever since.
Trevor plays trains almost every day. His trains have all kinds of adventures and misadventures. They help each other, they battle for bragging rights on their branch lines, and they derail constantly. Many engines fall in the lake, the quarry, or the mud, and then need to be rescued by Cranky the Crane, or by a helpful engine who somehow managed to stay on the tracks.
Before the train-love began, it had never really occurred to me how much dramatic play is involved when you are operating your own train world. I love watching the plots unfold.
We didn't get around to the pancakes part until dinner. I must say that I love the "breakfast for dinner" concept, because I am not a fan of cooking (to say the least). This is becoming quite a habit, since Fat Tuesday was just a couple of weeks ago. We have whole wheat pancake mix, at least.....
The kids decided that we should make some saguaro pancakes. In goes the food coloring....
....and the finished product is tasty, and full of nesting holes for the elf owls and woodepeckers. An ecologically (if not nutritionally) sound dinner. Every time we make cactus pancakes, though, Trevor gets a hankering for REAL cactus. One of these days, I will have to get it together and google some recipes for sopa de nopal...
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