This afternoon we went to the Museum of Life and Science for a couple of hours because Benjamin has been dying to go. Every time we get in the car he says, "How 'bout us go moo-see-um!"
I had to take the kids to a parent meeting for the upcoming silent auction for Rachel's school on Wednesday night. When we got out of the meeting it was almost 8:00 PM and it was super dark outside.
"How 'bout us not go home," Benjamin suggested. "How 'bout us go moo-see-um?"
"It's dark," I said. "The museum is closed."
"Tomowwy—sun comes up," he said. "Us go moo-see-um tomowwy."
"We'll see," I said. "I think Daddy needs to take the car tomorrow though."
"Us go moo-see-um! Just take Daddy's sukey!"
"Oh," I said. "There's no way we'll all fit on the scooter!"
"Es, us am!" he insisted. "Shasha sit on mine lap!"
"Rachel will be at school. Besides, having her sit on your lap isn't really the best use of space. But I'll take you to the museum soon, I promise."
Today we went and he was overjoyed. We spent most of our time inside today because it was remarkably uncrowded and because it was a little chilly outside, but we did do some of the outside stuff as well.
Right now a lot of the outside area is under construction. Loblolly Park has been torn down to make way for the new Gateway Park (which is supposed to be finished by this spring/summer) and they're also making another discovery park of sorts in the area inside the train track (space that was, for lack of a better term, wasted previously).
I have a friend (hi, April) who let her pass lapse and isn't planning on renewing it until construction is over because construction is kind of lame and the park is...gone. But, honestly, with a two-year-old boy in tow, it's awesome.
They have little peep holes in the fence so you can stop to watch the tractors and things through the fence and I could not tear that boy away today.
"We need to get going," I said. "We have to be home in time to meet Rachel."
"I not 'eady go!" he whined. "I just 'atch 'is truck!"
"Benji, we've been watching the trucks for like five minutes. They're super interesting. But we have to be home for Rachel. We just have to."
"No! Pease. Mom. Me 'atch trucks!"
"You can come now of your own free will and walk with us or I will forcibly remove you from the window and buckle you into the stroller," I said.
He's been anti-stroller lately, so he slumped away from the window and trotted after Miriam, but you should have heard him talking about those trucks at the dinner table.
"Me...I savourite part-a day," he overcorrected. "Go moo-see-um!"
"What did you do at the museum?" Andrew asked.
"I play," Benjamin said.
"What was your favourite part?"
"Outside! Me...I see trucks! Digger truck dig big hole. Not a big hole. Itty-bitty sam hole," he said standing up tall on the bench and then shrinking down low to show just how small the hole was (sam means small).
"Digger goes like chick-chick-chik, park! Chick-chick-chik, park!" he said, pivoting on the bench from side to side and then "parking" in place so he could scoop some dirt. "Digs in the dirt. Me see dirt, Dad! Digger pick dirt up. Chick-chick-chick, park! Dirt falls down! That's so funny!"
Guys, he went on and on and on about that digger. It was the highlight of his day, easily, but it was probably also the highlight of his week, perhaps even his of short little life. He kept talking and talking about it. I wish we'd have recorded it. But of course we didn't.
One of these days I will record one of his monologues because the way he stutters and chews on his words when he gets excited is hilarious.
After the museum I was exhausted though, so Benjamin went down for a nap and the girls played outside (at the neighbour's house—so not, like, completely unattended) while I dozed on the couch. When they came inside (around 4:00), Benjamin was awake and cuddling with me. They took him into their room and played Hogwarts with him so quietly until Andrew got home (at 5:30) that I actually fell asleep on the couch again, so that was lovely, though our late nap does explain why Benjamin had a hard time falling asleep tonight.
You win some, you lose some, I guess.
I had to take the kids to a parent meeting for the upcoming silent auction for Rachel's school on Wednesday night. When we got out of the meeting it was almost 8:00 PM and it was super dark outside.
"How 'bout us not go home," Benjamin suggested. "How 'bout us go moo-see-um?"
"It's dark," I said. "The museum is closed."
"Tomowwy—sun comes up," he said. "Us go moo-see-um tomowwy."
"We'll see," I said. "I think Daddy needs to take the car tomorrow though."
"Us go moo-see-um! Just take Daddy's sukey!"
"Oh," I said. "There's no way we'll all fit on the scooter!"
"Es, us am!" he insisted. "Shasha sit on mine lap!"
"Rachel will be at school. Besides, having her sit on your lap isn't really the best use of space. But I'll take you to the museum soon, I promise."
Today we went and he was overjoyed. We spent most of our time inside today because it was remarkably uncrowded and because it was a little chilly outside, but we did do some of the outside stuff as well.
Right now a lot of the outside area is under construction. Loblolly Park has been torn down to make way for the new Gateway Park (which is supposed to be finished by this spring/summer) and they're also making another discovery park of sorts in the area inside the train track (space that was, for lack of a better term, wasted previously).
I have a friend (hi, April) who let her pass lapse and isn't planning on renewing it until construction is over because construction is kind of lame and the park is...gone. But, honestly, with a two-year-old boy in tow, it's awesome.
They have little peep holes in the fence so you can stop to watch the tractors and things through the fence and I could not tear that boy away today.
"We need to get going," I said. "We have to be home in time to meet Rachel."
"I not 'eady go!" he whined. "I just 'atch 'is truck!"
"Benji, we've been watching the trucks for like five minutes. They're super interesting. But we have to be home for Rachel. We just have to."
"No! Pease. Mom. Me 'atch trucks!"
"You can come now of your own free will and walk with us or I will forcibly remove you from the window and buckle you into the stroller," I said.
He's been anti-stroller lately, so he slumped away from the window and trotted after Miriam, but you should have heard him talking about those trucks at the dinner table.
"Me...I savourite part-a day," he overcorrected. "Go moo-see-um!"
"What did you do at the museum?" Andrew asked.
"I play," Benjamin said.
"What was your favourite part?"
"Outside! Me...I see trucks! Digger truck dig big hole. Not a big hole. Itty-bitty sam hole," he said standing up tall on the bench and then shrinking down low to show just how small the hole was (sam means small).
"Digger goes like chick-chick-chik, park! Chick-chick-chik, park!" he said, pivoting on the bench from side to side and then "parking" in place so he could scoop some dirt. "Digs in the dirt. Me see dirt, Dad! Digger pick dirt up. Chick-chick-chick, park! Dirt falls down! That's so funny!"
Guys, he went on and on and on about that digger. It was the highlight of his day, easily, but it was probably also the highlight of his week, perhaps even his of short little life. He kept talking and talking about it. I wish we'd have recorded it. But of course we didn't.
One of these days I will record one of his monologues because the way he stutters and chews on his words when he gets excited is hilarious.
After the museum I was exhausted though, so Benjamin went down for a nap and the girls played outside (at the neighbour's house—so not, like, completely unattended) while I dozed on the couch. When they came inside (around 4:00), Benjamin was awake and cuddling with me. They took him into their room and played Hogwarts with him so quietly until Andrew got home (at 5:30) that I actually fell asleep on the couch again, so that was lovely, though our late nap does explain why Benjamin had a hard time falling asleep tonight.
You win some, you lose some, I guess.
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