August 14, 2013 by Heather
This was our morning yesterday (and the morning before that):
So by the time he went down for a nap I was not in the best of moods. As in, the worst mood ever. One of those poor-pitiful-me-my-life-sucks moods. Stupid, silly, selfish.
Once I crawled out of my mental and emotional craphole, I decided we needed something fun to shake off the doldrums. Something free, but fun.
I texted my neighbor-friend:
Wanna go to a museum with me and Parker?
So we loaded up the stroller, picked up Stephanie, and walked 10 minutes to the Wings of Honor museum.
….and just like that, a bad day became really, really good.
We were the only ones there besides the sweet volunteers, and we roamed wild and free. Met all sorts of new wartime friends.
Then there was this little plane that (I’m assuming…) you could get in. Holy Mother of WWII. Parker thought it was the best. thing. ever. He was making all these noises and trying to push every button at the same time. I loved seeing him so excited. It was hilarious.
And he DID NOT want to get out of it. I literally had to pry his tiny white-knuckled hands off the lever thing inside.
Luckily there was a big circa-1940’s firetruck not too far away. Same song, second verse. We had the (one sided) conversation of, “Parker, we are leaving, so I guess you are going to drive the firetruck home? You’re kind of blocked in with all the other museum stuff, so good luck getting out. See you at home son.” He gripped that steering wheel with his arms AND legs and growled when I tried to pick him up.
Needless to say, we will now be making a weekly trip to the museum.
P.S. Sorry for the blurry photos – my iphone camera doesn’t capture the clearest of images. Maybe I should go back to using the real camera.