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Monday, August 20, 2012

Happy Birthday Mom!

Ok, so I'm a few days.. ahem.. weeks late posting Moms Happy Birthday here on the ol' blog but.. here it is, better late than not is my motto!

Jules and I went down to see Mom and spent the day playing. We started off by trying to go to the museum in town (we thought they had a childrens section.. they do.. but that story will come in a bit).

Museum = bad idea.

As soon as you walk in after paying.. the hallway is dimly lit, seriously, I'm not even certain they had lights on. The first attraction you see is stuffed wolves, foxes, porcupines... not too scary but a little bit much for her in the semi dark.

A few steps more and Jules, who is holding not just my, but Moms hand also, stops in her tracks and leans back with her full body weight.

'No, Mommy, no, no no, I don't want to go there.'

You see.. those next few steps put us in view of a giant grizzly and monstrous polar bear. Both up on their hind legs, arms with claws outstretched, teeth snarling... all this mind you, in the semi dark.

Not cool.

So, we sort of shuffled to the stairs thinking down is where the children's exhibit was. Hmmmm.. big fish flying in the air.. no not what we were looking for.. antique cars... no... here, let's check around this corner.. Ah-HA! The Kool-aid play area/exhibit.

Hey.. wait a minute... it's closed.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Nope. The exhibit was due to open August 8th. We happened to be there on July 28th.

Back up the stairs we trudged. Shuffled the opposite way so that Jules would not see the big bad scary bears again, go to the front desk and ask the nice ladies where the children's section was.

This is a sampling of our conversation:

Nice Lady: The childrens section? Oh, the teepee is back that way.

Me: The teepee?

Nice Lady: Yes, the childrens section is just a small area that has a teepee, a playskol like log cabin and a wagon they can load with supplies.

Me: Seriously?

Nice Lady: Yes.

Me: Uhm.. is there anyway we may use our ticket price to go towards an IMAX show instead of visiting the museum?

Nice Lady: Uh, how long have you been here?

Me: No more than 5 minutes. We walked in and my child became frightened by the large bears (in a snarling I'm going to give you nightmares attack position((no I did not say this out loud to her)) as you walk into the dimly lit hallway.

Nice Lady: Oh.. oh.. (there is a bit of scrambling as though they have never had this scenario come up before and I am feeling extremely awkward asking if our $24.00 museum entrance fee may be used towards the ticket price of the IMAX showing).

But then suddenly the nice lady is handing us cash. I'm flustered, say thank you, try to catch times for the IMAX shows that don't begin for another hour.

We leave. We walk back to the car confused about what just happened. Did we just get kicked out of the museum? Do we go back and pre-purchase the IMAX tickets? Do we just call it quits and go to the park?

Oh, my goodness they're going to think I'm a cheap bastard.

Yep.

Ok Ang, don't freak out and question an extremely wonderful generous gift from a museum employee/volunteer. Be grateful for her understanding and generosity and go enjoy the beautiful day.

So, we did.

We went swimming in the city park. I didn't get any pictures of that but if you really want to see it.. I think about a year ago I have picts posted from Mom's last birthday when we went there.

Then we went swinging.. and this is where I finally have some pictures for you!







Nana was getting her and she loved it!

They were buddies on the walk home.

Mommy however.. was getting the look.
The one that clearly says in look speak..

STOP TAKING MY PICTURE!

or.

It could of just been my sweetie looking to make sure I was close behind.

I like that one better.


Love Ang


P.S. We had a wonderful time spending your birthday weekend with you Nana!


1 comment:

  1. i hope you don't honestly feel bad about getting a refund for the museum, I would have totally done the same thing! Glad you had fun with momma!

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