The Children's "See 'em"

At first Easton couldn't say museum. He said, "I just don't want to go to the see 'em." But he quickly picked up on the correct pronunciation. Well...close enough. And he also agreed to go.

We were going to meet some friends there. Plus we hadn't been in about a year so we were over due. We even used some of the "fun" Christmas money from The Alabamaws to buy ourselves a membership. Woo hoo!

When we got there Easton took a little while to warm up to the place. So in the meantime I let Dalton explore:

Believe it or not, that little girl was a total bully and kept pushing Dalton. So I didn't blur her face because the world needs to know to look out for her! :)

My little explorer:


We moved out of the baby area to give Easton a chance again, this picture totally warms my heart:

Look at how the brothers are sticking close together as they survey the scene and the new environment. I loved it!!! That's why I took the picture. I hope they rely on each other for support for the rest of their lives!

At first Easton still wanted to stand around being an unsure observer (by the way, we haven't met up with our friends yet):




But then he climbed a tree thingie and he came around:


But he didn't come around enough so I suggested going to explore elsewhere in the See 'Em and we headed to the sporty area upstairs. Easton in a locker...

Let's hope the little guy only ever sees the inside of a locker when he walks into it willingly like this!

Dalton at the bench:


Exploring the suprise inside one of the little lockers:


Easton stomping over to me with a pout because someone else slammed the locker and it was "too loud":


We then spotted some friends but the kids had different ideas of what they wanted to do, "I just don't want to paint!" said Easton about our painting friends. Even after Rachel's mom got a nice easel set up with fresh paper for him. *sigh* He dragged me over to the puppet theatre instead.


And there I noticed Dalton somehow got paint on his butt, darn it!


Needing to restrain him with my shoe. He was going for a piece of tissue. Ick!


After a bit we headed back downstairs...still not with our friends. The boys did some gardening...




E asked me, "Does this say carrots?"

We've got a ways to go with the reading thing, son.

But speaking of carrots, some snot (who I did decide to blur) came and stole Easton's carrot right out from his hands! Poor E looked to me for help but all I did was take a picture. Then I shrugged at him.

We should've told the tot, "Swiper, no swiping!" Oh well.

A little more playing around...



Dalton stuck that thing, whatever it is, in his mouth so I took it away from him. He climbed up to get it:

Mouthing things at the Children's Museum is probably not a great idea.

Just a little bit more...






I went up to tell our friends good-bye after that but they were heading for a snack (partly why we were leaving) so instead we stuck around and had lunch with our pals. Easton had fun. Even if all he ate was Goldfish and apple juice.

Poor Dalton was deprived of any morning napping but staying in great spirits the whole morn. Fell asleep as soon as we got into the car. And went back to sleep for a long nap once we got home.

What a fun day and I can't wait to go back!