Pictures!
WARNING: Picture-heavy. Dial-up UNfriendly.
Last weekend, the children and I went to the park where Dear Husband and I got married. My parents met us there with bagels and fruit. Before we left, Ty said that he wanted to fly the kite. It wasn’t exactly kite-flying weather, but I obliged. When we got there, we found an empty wooden shelter to have our breakfast picnic – the whole park was empty because it was nine in the morning! My parents showed up and fed us until we couldn’t move. After a sugar-induced coma, we woke up and tried to fly the kite.
Here is Kyle, waiting for my dad to do something with the kite strings. My dad knows how to fly a kite, but I didn’t know that as I’ve never flown a kite. I suppose that my parents wanted to be cool while my brothers and I were growing up, and kite-slying was totally not cool. So I didn’t know about my dad’s kite-flying talent until Kyle turned three.
One of my piano moms has two girls who are seven and five. They have all sorts of princess, pretend-play costumes, and, being that they are seven and five, have outgrown some of them. They gave me the costumes, and here is Taylor’s sporting a tiara. I told her to smile, but she kept turning away. Then I told her, “Show me your teeth,” and she literally is showing me her teeth! Silly girl!
On Tuesday, my mom treated us to the science museum where the Dinosaurs from China are being exhibited. Kyle stayed at home with Dad because, well, he’s Kyle and he’s special and we let him do whatever he wants. SOoooo…. The exhibit is totally interesting. The dinosaurs are just like North American dinosaurs but with small differences. For example, Tyrannosaurus Rex has two claws, and the Chinese Sinraptor Hepingensis has three. I’m sure there are many more important differences between the two dinosaurs, such as an angle in the shoulder blade, but my brain can only contain so much.
There is a room that is gigantic monster skeleton-free. It contains a couch that has plush dinosaurs sewn on, a bird cage with tiny finches, a dragon lizard that eats REAL BUGS, and a table that supports two sandboxes that hide fossils. Kids are supposed to take the supplied brushes and wooden sticks and dig out the fossils, which really can’t be dug out because they are fused to the bottom of the sandbox.
Taylor and my mom were having a good time being paleontologists.
Ty was more interested in playing with the plastic dinosaurs. Here he is with the “Supersaurus” (I think the people who name these dinosaurs ought to have creativity consultant around). There were feathered dinosaurs around, too, but Ty likes the old-fashioned Brontosaurus shaped ones.
It’s next to impossible to get a still picture of my children, especially with a camera-phone.
