The 7 of us also ventured over to our beloved children's museum. Warning: there are a dangerous amount of pictures! I don't want to forget any of these sweet faces at these young ages. :)
Little William. :)
Ella Rose
Damon
Dominic
Alice Claire
Painting the Rocket Ship was a big hit!
...and a big mess. :)
We crafted frogs...
And rode bikes through the carwash...
Made forts...
Delivered mail...
Ran wild in the noodle forest... a favorite.
Went grocery shopping! Another favorite...
William played at every exhibit in the baby corner. It is really sweet that the museum has something for every age in each room. Makes life a little easier on frazzled mommies!
We made pizza...
And went to the "ball room" - Dom's favorite of favorites! He spent most of his time here... trying to develop a new route for the ball. He is so fascinated with how things work.
Quick story: on the way inside the museum, Dominic asked me where some pipes seen overhead lead to. I told him I didn't know and the museum "greeter" heard me and stepped in to properly answer the question. She explained that they came from the restrooms directly over our floor. Well... poor lady, that was all the invitation he needed. He began pummeling her with question after question about the toilet water, it's temperature, it's cleanliness, where the pipes took it... and then be started in on questions about the vents in the ceiling, and the other various pipes that could be seen, and then the lights... and as the conversation turned to electricity and I could see sweat building up on the greeter's forehead, I graciously stepped in and relieved the poor woman of my sweet, inquisitive boy.
Quick story: on the way inside the museum, Dominic asked me where some pipes seen overhead lead to. I told him I didn't know and the museum "greeter" heard me and stepped in to properly answer the question. She explained that they came from the restrooms directly over our floor. Well... poor lady, that was all the invitation he needed. He began pummeling her with question after question about the toilet water, it's temperature, it's cleanliness, where the pipes took it... and then be started in on questions about the vents in the ceiling, and the other various pipes that could be seen, and then the lights... and as the conversation turned to electricity and I could see sweat building up on the greeter's forehead, I graciously stepped in and relieved the poor woman of my sweet, inquisitive boy."Wow." She said... obviously tired out, but certainly amused. "You've definitely got a future engineer on your hands! I've never been asked so many questions about the interior of our building!" I just smiled to myself. :)
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