So close, yet so far.All we can think about is food. Omelets, french toast (which ironically they don't even have here...), bacon, steak, tacos, enchiladas, pizza, chinese food, sushi, burgers, brats and anything and everything else.
Today we went to breakfast and I splurged and went for an omelet with cheese and ham. I will be so glad to have options for meat that don't involve ham.
Though Christmas ham will be fine as long as there are plenty of other good 'ol American food options with it.
After breakfast, we headed to the museum of science and industry; specifically, the kids discovery area. The whole thing was free today so we decided to take advantage and stay there for an hour. One whole hour. One.There were a lot of cool things to do for kids there, but you only get a ticket for one hour (not why we left), then they make you leave the kids area to make room for a new batch of kids. Ben really liked it though, so we'll have to go back sometime.
We flew through everything, so I'll be brief. There was a mechanical section where you move levers to move a ball through a contraption. Then you can put plastic animals on things, like find what they look like as a baby, or what kind of skin they have and so on. If you get it right, it makes that animal's noise. He liked the snake sound.
There was a couple of mazes with obstacles for Ben to walk through, and a section with water experiments. He really liked pulling the floating shapes out of the river and collecting them all.
With 7 minutes left, we found the construction zone. It was for kids 4 to 7, but Ben put on his hard hat (which was a little big for him and kept falling off; he put it back on himself a few times...see pic #1), and went to work.
Ben had a great time in the kids section, but then we had to go, and he broke out with a full blown case of twoyearoldosis. It's not fatal, unless exposed to a dad who has not been vaccinated, in which case the only thing that can save the child is to wear a protective coating of mother. Luckily, he had one handy.
We went home and I retired to the bedroom to watch Whose Line is It Anyway on youtube while Beth took care of Ben. He was really seeing how far he could push it today and it was best if I was not involved.
If this sounds drastic to you, you are most likely either without children or a mother. There is something in a guy that does not tolerate insubordination lightly. Unless maybe he has a daughter; I don't have enough experience in that area to comment.
Pesto noodles with chicken and cherry tomatoes for dinner (with baguette on the side, always), followed by some skyping with the Duffys. Then bed for Benjamin...very, very promptly at 8.Then chocolate and more Whose Line! Yea Saturday!
3 comments:
Wow, that place was really cool. I could definitely see why leaving would make Ben very susceptible to the dreaded twoyearoldosis. I've always thought that when cases of that particular virus strike, mothers have a biological advantage. They seem to come with some sort of force-field that is automatically activated when exposed to these acute episodes. It is a sort of "cone of silence" ....if you remember Maxwell Smart.... It doesn't completely block out the sound and commotion, but it mutes it to the point that the mother's own blood pressure doesn't escalate too much, thus leaving her calm enough to handle things. Since it doesn't come as a standard feature for dads, I think they have to construct their own.
I will add that since I have never seen Ben "beaten" and he Josh popped over quite frequently that you Josh are not quite over the edge - yet. Although, since you've been in France, Ben's twoyearoldosis sounds like it's taken a turn for the worse.
It does make you wonder how children survive and go on to be adults. :)
As my mother used to say: "enjoy today for it will never come again."
Love and miss you all,
Mom/Nana
Dude, I totally hear what you are sayin'. I have learned that my temper can be quite short and to the point if Joseph pushes the right buttons - which he seems to have figured out how to do...
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