Jakob showed him all the ins and outs of Chicago's finest transportation system.
Swiping your CTA card.
Riding the elevator up to the platform. (And of course, the obligatory push of the emergency button that he manages to find in each and every elevator we have ever been in.)
Waiting patiently for the train to come.
Pretending to pose for photos when my actual purpose was to hold him back from leaping onto the tracks in an effort to reach the choo choo passing in the opposite direction.
And finally, learning to hop on board as quickly as humanly possible before the doors close in on you and your stroller.
As for the ride itself, although he was a little tentative at first, he eventually fell in love. He quickly learned the importance of holding on tight and making nice with strangers. After a few minutes, he was right at home. Sweet guy and his love for trains continues to grow.
In case you were wondering where our train adventures took us yesterday, look a little more closely at the photo below. The left is from our initial ride and the right from the ride home.
That's right, the summer Bieber hair had to go. Cal was well overdue for a haircut and a ride on the train followed by a haircut and lunch out on the town seemed like the perfect day. Right? Wrong. While the train ride and lunch were all well and good the haircut was a total disaster. Sure, he has had a trim and cut in the past but this particular one was a doozy. You would think sitting in your own personal Thomas train while watching movies and eating a lollipop would do the trick, but no. Poor Maria ended up having to cut the wild child's hair as I held the sticky, screaming kid on my hip. Dramatic much? After the longest three minutes of my life, it was over, and Cal looked like a total stud. (I later rewarded myself with ice cream.)
Since our boy now looked six months older, he decided to act accordingly and explore Chicago on foot. And well behaved feet at that.
I guess the haircut from hell may have paid off!