30, 2004 - Sunday
Yesterday we came up to the beach cottage (and had lobster last night - Harry keeps saying he wants one then deciding he doesn't like it, although it never goes to waste!) with Grandpa John and Grandma Judy and that meant breakfast this morning at the Golden Rooster, a favorite of both boys. We've gotten to know that the morning train comes by at 9:06and that means breakfast usually ends about ten minutes before that so we can make it to the crossing in time to watch the Downeaster go by and stop at the Saco station. That was more or less true this morning, except for Jeremy.
We've always joked about how Jeremy is a passionate eater, but it's never been so apparent as this morning at the Golden Rooster. He ordered french toast and finished quickly. Actually, Jeremy's eating style is generally less about "quick" and more about intensity and savoring each bite, but the child portion of french toast is small, certainly too small for Jeremy. So, mommy gave him some of her french toast and he ate that. When Harry had had enough of his child portion, yet still large pancake, Jeremy agreed to take that as well. Awkwardly, by this time it was nearing 9:00. Harry was getting antsy from sitting still and I agreed to take him up to the train track. When he realized what was happening, Jeremy anxiously called out, "no leave without me." "Did you want to go see the train or eat some more of your [actually Harry's] pancake?" we asked. He was clearly torn, but decides he would stay on the promise that mommy and Grandma Judy would stay with him.
What followed at the Golden Rooster after Grandpa, Harry, and I left was an outwardly visible inner struggle of a two-year-old trying to decide between two very important things in his life. If it's not apparent, Jeremy likes trains very much. He's a two-year-old boy in the train phase of life and there are few allures as powerful as the site of a real train coming down real rails. Yet for Jeremy, a syrup coated pancake (we do try to go light on the syrup with the boys, but it's still a wonderful taste) has a serious appeal as well. I'm told Jeremy decided to go see the train, then to stay and eat a little more several times before eventually asking whether they could put the remaining portion of Harry's pancake "in a bucket" to take with him. (We do not know if that is a phrase Mary has used with him, although I'm fairly sure that she has taken him to lunch restaurants and likely offered to get doggy bags for him.) I can only imagine mommy's explanation of the difficulty of putting a syrup-covered pancake in a doggy bag as well as a passionate young boy trying to weigh the relative merits of these two strong desires. In the end, Jeremy did decide to leave and did reach the railroad gates just as the train came through. All seemed right with the world.
These pictures have nothing to do, of course, with breakfast or trains, but are from the subsequent trip to the beach. Grandpa brought this kite to fly with Harry and it was a highlight for the morning. After dinner we took a ride over to Old Orchard for some fried dough and a little ice cream. Harry and Jeremy watched the Ferris Wheel as they ate their cones.