Weird Science

Hans and Josiah at the Museum of Science, Boston. In the Butterfly Room. Guess how tired we were after this trip? We'd only been there for 12.4 minutes at this point and Hans already looks exhausted!

Playing in the water feature in the special kid's area at the MOS.

Miss Annika in the infant "pen" in the kid's area of the MOS. Taking a break after figuring immense sums on her abacus.

For once, Josiah refuses to pander to the camera. He told us later that the "three-horn" dinosaur was his favorite.

An unexplainable artwork/sculpture that I thought was really kind of neat. It had pool balls running through all those tracks, striking various dealies to make a sort of music. Are you confused? It's a bad description, sorry. But it was really neat. And not a bad view of the Charles River and the Boston skyline. I mean, if you're actually there, not in the picture.

Guess who screamed like a little girl when he saw this?

Josiah is amused by seeing himself in triplicate in the chrome on our shower doors, so I knew he'd like this. I was right. Kuehls: please note that I am not in this picture. Well, except for my sweater, oh ye who think I love gazing into the mirror.

Annika and me in the Butterfly Room, captured in a sunbeam. It was hot in there, full of tropical plants and butterflies flying around at random. Also, many, many ladybugs. Annika screamed with delight everytime the butterflies buzzed past our heads. FP, is this making you cringe? Maybe you're not creeped out by butterflies, only boxelder bugs? Anyway. I am not suffering from early-onset osteoporosis here. The backpack is just heavy. Or more like, Annika is heavy. I don't normally slouch this much. And I think the backpack makes my butt look huge. I'm sure it's the backpack, actually.

Not much else to report from ToddlerWorld. We enjoyed our trip to the Museum of Science in Boston immensely. Some of us more than others. My feet still hurt. Perhaps it is time to stop wearing absolutely adorable ballet flats on these treks and succumb to something more...orthopedic? I don't know. Perhaps our tiredness had more to do with the fact that Josiah is going through some sort of "independence" phase. Call it what you will...it consists mainly of purely evil behavior. Lots of pushing of Sissy and gym-mates. Lots of selective deafness when it comes to listening to his parents. Hans and I tried to enjoy the Museum of Science, but anytime we came to an exhibit that we would have enjoyed, Josiah literally dragged us away from it. Sigh. I suppose the day will come when our little family is all old enough to maturely view the exhibits and then discuss them on the car ride home over organic fruit juice boxes. Right.

Josiah's big news is that he's been in big boy underwear for four days now. Four long, long days. Actually, he's going pretty good. We just decided to go cold turkey and tell him that Huggies stopped making Pull-Ups. We told him that we'd have to sell Sissy to be able to afford Black Market Pull-Ups. It seems to have worked, even though most days he acts like he wishes we'd sell her. The cool Thomas underwear has helped persuade him, too.

Oh, and tonight we had our first Food Stand-Off. How I remember the Great Egg Pie Stand-Off of 1985. Watching Gen and Eli cry their eyes out as they sat in front of rapidly solidifying mounds of egg pie. Of course, I ate mine right up. Well, tonight we had crockpot turkey, wild rice and carrots. He ate all the rice, but refused to touch the turkey, despite the fact that we told him 1,026 times that he likes turkey sandwich and they are the same thing. Hans laid down the law, took one piece of turkey and told him that he had to eat it or he was going to bed directly after supper. We tried everything. I even suggested putting ketchup on it. Josiah refused to eat it and went to bed at 6:06. Despite my pleas.

I can't remember if Gen and Eli actually ever did end up eating their egg pie...