Weekend Family Fun, Part One
My son is in love — with his Aunt Erin. Erin and Ray came to visit for the weekend, and get this…slept over! How psyched was my little guy to discover them at breakfast! Entertainment for another day! The joy! The rapture! Now, I’d post a picture here of my little guy’s utter adoration for his aunt, but I haven’t secured permissions, and I’d hate to irritate my sister-in-law. That would just get ugly. So until I get the okay in writing, I’m not going there.
We started our weekend with a Saturday trip to the EcoTarium in Worcester, where (dare I say it without suffering the wrath of Worcesterites everywhere), I was, um, underwhelmed. You have to understand…I was raised on the Museum of Science in Boston where “it’s fun to find out what makes an ocean wave wave.” Oh sure, the EcoTarium had a simulated wave; it was just a bizillion times smaller. I was, however, pleased to have secured a discount pass from my library. Bonus.
Aside: I’m a little distracted here. As I’m writing, my midget genius is trying to cover himself with his playmat gym thingie. And then he’s getting upset about it, which I totally don’t understand. He does this all the time — puts himself in terrible predicaments and then gets all pissy like I had something to do with it.
I get the draw for kids. The playground was cool, though noticeably vacant. Odd. Some of the interactive exhibits are cool, too. Just make sure to have plenty of hand wipes available — holy germ fest, Batman. I swear I’m coming down with a cold; I’ve got a sore throat, cough, and the sniffles, and tickets to tonight’s U2 concert. Sad, right?
Anyway, the dancing wall (not a wall that dances, mind you) and the touchable tornado were my and the little dude’s favorites. The Bubbles exhibit was downright frustrating. I mean, if I, a fairly coordinated adult, was peeved at my inability to produce a quality bubble, how’s a tot supposed to feel? Oh — and Ray and I couldn’t even figure out one of the exhibits. Still don’t know what it was or what it was supposed to do. And I swear we followed the directions. That sense you have right now that you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about? Yeah, that’s how I felt.
Apparently, I don’t care about irritating my husband or Ray by using their photos in this post. Hey, they can sue me for my student loan debt.
As far as the animals go, Kenda, the polar bear, was pretty awesome until I started actually thinking about her being a polar bear in Worcester — sans ice or friends. I could’ve done without the skunks. What was that about? The eagles were cool, too, but why didn’t they at least soar for us? Duds.
Lucky for me, Munchkin could’ve cared less about the lowlights. Aunt Erin was there. And he was in love.