Little w. has enjoyed taking my camera from me and snapping away wildly when I’m not looking. This one was taken while we were at the Museum of Life + Science, but I’m not exactly sure (nor do I honestly want to know) what the subject matter was.
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happy early father’s day!
I thought long and hard about this post, but I then decided that it needed to be done. In between rain showers (and “showers” doesn’t even begin to do the deluges that we suffered through justice), we played at the Museum of Life + Science with Omi and Opa. We did the normal stuff–hung out in the gift shop, played with the earthquake table, and visited the butterflies. When looking at the pictures when I got home, I realized that I took relatively few pics of the kids but loads and loads of my father. In this display of filial piety, I offer up to you some of my gems:
It’s the size of the earlobe that scares me the most.
It takes one to know one…
I think Museum security was tailing this guy.
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And now some cute photos of the kids to even out this scariness (see them posing as two of my favorite heroines when I was a child):
Nancy Drew
Laura Ingalls
something new under the sun
Over the last three years, we have probably gone to the Museum of Life and Science at least twice a month, which means that we’ve been there about 40 times or so. It’s gotten so bad that I can tell when they’ve gotten new stock in the gift shop. It’s gotten so bad that one of the women who works there chats me up when we run into each other at the grocery.
This weekend, however, we discovered a new corner of the museum that may or may not have been there all along. I can’t really tell. Near the big boats, the puffer, and the podshooter (not my own terms), we came across the peaceful little Mist Garden. The kids had a spectacular time setting up the blocks to make a skyscraper and watching the plants being enveloped by mist.
And here is my personal favorite sign from the museum trip last weekend because if you have ever seen this particular hog, you’d know that it is far from the picture of health even in the best of circumstances:
theseus’s boat sailing homeward from crete
If only he had changed the black sail to a white one, the Aegean Sea would have been named after someone else’s daddy. How hard can that be to remember?
that explains it
If you didn’t believe the pollen count in the paper, perhaps this lovely picture will convince you that allergy season is in full swing. No, it’s not the cement wall of the sailboat pond at the “Catch the Wind” exhibit that you see in the photo; it’s our friend, pollen.
at least i’m not a dog
At the Museum of Life + Science (also known as the land where odd toys like to hang out), there has been a new addition to the stuffed animals in the toddler play zone. Actually, make that four new additions. While little w. was searching for the chickens and turtles to play with, little e. found this:
For my friends out there who are still nursing a little one or for those for whom nursing is not such a distant memory, this puppy (Nursing Nana Dog) is for you. My favorite part of this toy is that the puppies latch on via a magnet to poor Nana–you get them anywhere near her teats, and whoooosh, they are on. Now, does that make any of you shake your head in commiseration or what?
next time we just play in the backyard
It’s a beautiful sunny day today, so we decided to go to the Museum of Life + Science. We played outside in the sandbox, checked on the animals, and ogled the insects.
Lunch was fine–grilled cheeses all around with only minimal detritus on the floor.
We should have left then.
But, as I said, it was such a pleasant day, out and it the morning chill had finally left the air. We decided to walk down to see the bears, and that is where it all fell apart. Little w. wanted to walk on the handrails and play with the water fountain that looks like it’s peeing (his words, not mine), and little e., oh, e. What to do with her? If there were a theme song to her life at this point it would be Culture Beat’s “Mr. Vain”–“I know what I want and I want it now….”
Yeesh, all she wanted was for me to carry her, and as I am enjoying not having pulled chest muscles at the moment, that was simply not going to happen. She refused the stroller and refused to walk. w. would bolt down the path, and she would just stand there investigating some dandelions or an interesting pine cone.
After the bear viewing, sailboat adventures, and podshooter fun, she finally deigned to ride in the stroller and promptly poured half the contents of her sigg bottle over her and onto the stroller seat which then had w. in tears because he wanted to ride in it and it was all wet. Double yeesh. So no one rode in the stroller all the way back to the main building. I bribed w. inside by offering to make him a souvenir penny in the gift shop (I love playing with that machine). No sooner did he push the money in than we heard this awful siren/bell thing go off. For half a minute I thought that we had hit the jackpot in Vegas, and I expected to see pennies with images of trains, butterflies, and space rockets come pouring out of the machine. We, however, were promptly swarmed by Museum employees holding walkie talkies, and I realized that the howling noise that has us clutching our ears was actually a fire alarm positioned directly above the penny making machine. I ignored the gift shop employee who was telling me to go back in the store and exit through Door #1, and we left through the main entrance and got in our car and went home.
The oddest part, though, was that while patrons of the Museum were dutifully filing through the parking lot to a grassy patch, presumably to be counted and told to stand quietly in a single file line or they will have detention (that’s at least what I did as a middle school teacher), you can hear children laughing and drums being played on the Museum’s outdoor playground. Who gets to evacuate them or the ones stuck walking back from the podshooters with a wet stroller and two exhausted kids?
the vigorous suck 