You guys certainly are having adventures this summer. The first two sounded like a lot of fun, but this last one seems just uncomfortable more than anything else. Let me know if that towel thing works. Little Mister isn’t generally a sweaty child – he tends to get flushed instead – but the material on those car seats can defy nature. It might very well come in handy.
The most adventurous thing we’ve done lately is to go back to the Children’s Museum. LM had just as much fun as last time, I think. He’s graduated from the baby room, so it feels like he has a lot more options of things to check out around the whole museum. His three favorites were 1) the gravity well:
Note: It uses BALLS!
2) the pneumatic tube maze:
and 3) the mock intersection with the real traffic lights, the fire engine, and the ambulance. No picture, unfortunately. I was running more interference there. Not all the big kids want to have a one-year-old in their face trying to make the lights change.
He was nearly ecstatic. “Cah!” (That’s any kind of vehicle.) “Yigh!” (Light.) “Ball!” (Needs no interpretation.) There were also big foam blocks to build with, a stuffed wolf to hug, sand to play in, stairs to climb, and best of all – lots of kids.
He did have two noticeable failures. The first was the noise room. It’s not just sheep that are freaking him out right now; most unexpected noises cause a nervous run to the safety of Mommy’s legs. (I’m not looking forward to the 4th of July.) So the small room with the loud and (from his perspective) inexplicable sounds of elephants and telephones and frogs was a little too much for comfort. (Not that he didn’t keep going back in, I guess to test himself.)
The second was the water room. There was a very cool room with water systems for the kids to play in. Fountains shoot balls into the air, onto water wheels, and down troughs, and it looks pretty fun – especially in the midst of a drought (no sprinkler play for us around here this year). LM really wanted to go play with all the colorful plastic balls, but he absolutely refused to put the waterproof smock on. I couldn’t convince him; the museum volunteer couldn’t convince him; the rainbow balls themselves couldn’t convince him. So no water play for us.
But other than that, it was a rousing success. So much so that he cheerfully ate his snack while waiting for the train and then sat quietly in his stroller all the way home. I don’t know if he was worn out or if he was reliving the glorious afternoon in his mind.