As with all trips that are hotly anticipated with children, we awaited the day impatiently, and true to form, it was a hot mess. Sister had a complete meltdown, complained of stomachache and cried and/or slept the entire 6 hours. By the time we got to Durango and rushed to get to the train on time, we were so on edge from her disasterous day, we for sure enjoyed almost none of it. Luckily our son was completely oblivious, even when sister hurled all over daddy during the last 5 minutes of the ride.
The whole thing is super cute, when you have healthy kids I'm sure its even cuter...the train pulls up and it looks just like the train in the movie. The conductor jumps out and does the whole schpeel with the boy (all actors of course) and then everyone gets on board and sits down. You ahve a gift waiting on your seat of a polar express mug. The chefs do the hot chocolate dance, the conductor comes by and punches the tickets just like in the movie. They read the story from The Polar Express book that the movie is based on. You go up to the 'North Pole' where you see the elf city, and santa (you don't get to get out of the train) and then you head back. Santa boards the train and give everyone a gift and then you go back to the train station. Its a lot of money for under an hour of entertainment but everyone has a great time (well, the ones without the puking child).
Aftert that debacle, with mommy and daddy at each other's throat, I stormed off to find a Walgreens, cursing my husband the entire way only to end up feeling very guilty for as had it not been for his amazing gift of an Apple Watch for Christmas I could not have paid for the meds using Apple Pay ,as I had obviously forgotten my wallet when I threw the kids and diaper bag at him at the hotel and stormed off.
The next day we decided to cut our losses and head home before the illness, whatever it was got even worse. Sister did not dissapoint, again cried and slept the entire 6 hours, culminating in a full meltdown the last 30 mins with, of course, the requisite vomit all over the iPad (thank you Otterbox!), and car seat. My poor son really wanted sushi, and for sure he earned it from this disaster of a trip and all the attention being on his sister, but there was no way on the planet we were going anywhere but home.
Of course she spent the rest of the weekend puking on yours truly and my son went to Grandma to recover - thank God for Grandma! So over the puking people, so over it...