The Children's Museum

Let me just preface this by saying I LOVE taking my kids to public,

kid-friendly, learning places like the zoo, the library, the science museum, etc.

It's one of those activities that makes me feel a mom in a community of moms.

Friday, Grandma Reno and I took the boys to the Children's Museum.

On a Friday afternoon.

Of Spring Break.

I know I use the term "herding cats" more than I ever should. But it really, really

captures the essence of my emotions.

When you pay for your Children's Museum ticket, they have you step aside,

part your hair and give you a (included in the price of admission) frontal lobotomy, spin you around and around and the jury is still out on this, but I think they slipped me acid.

Normally a semi-sharp, semi-engaged person, the Children's Museum kicked my

rear-end. There were just so many knee-high humans moving around at your feet, it

felt very disorienting and intimidating.

Henry & Charlie didn't notice.

They just yielded their way into the moving school of fish and

went about their business as I shook the rocks in my head and

just kept pushing the button on my camera.

But enough about me.

Dressed in their construction vest and tool belt,

they boys were perplexed with the board of locks.

Charlie was angered with the fact that he kept unlocking the damn thing,

and nothing opened.

So he checked the back of the board to see who was messing with him:

Grandma opted out of the free lobotomy and was completely coherent and engaged. Thank goodness, because without her, I may have stared at the dripping water feature in the water room all afternoon.

Now that I actually look at these pictures, I see no knee-highed children running around and I am starting to wonder if it was all in my head. Great.

Looks like I will be shelling out another co-pay to look into this little problem.

Charlie! Don't touch it!

Um Hi, this is Chalie Baton. Can I get a cab at 2:00? My Mom shouldn't drive.

Lawdy, the soduim content in canned beets is outrageous! Mom? Mommy?

Though this is a fake rubbery pear, I was proud that Henry even

pretended to eat it seeing how it isn't shaped like a chicken nugget. Baby steps.

Makin' eggs. Henry's wrist is directly connected to his lip.

To turn his wrist, he had to curl his lip.

He gets this from my dad.

Look Mom! A funny phone that has a metal rope attached to it! Is this an olden days phone?

Can you play games on it?

In the end, the boys suckered Grandma into buying them rubbery dragons

from the "gift" shop. Henry pulled out his high pitched whine, heavy arms, rubber knees and two tears and Charlie batted his eyes and told Grandma she was "so cute".

"We got her Henwy."

And then Grandma carried us all to the car.

The End.