Field tripping with blue eyes
Ah yes, the joy of chaparoning field trips. Not any old field trip, though. A field trip with Aden. Oh, God bless him. This precious little boy came out of my belly with a V12 and 600 horsepower.
So off we go to the children's museum with the three-year-old preschool class.
Aden and Nolan, waiting to go in, shouting back and forth at each other, "Look at the vieeeeew!"
A pinboard in the waiting area with written instructions to "gently press the pins".
Really? First rule of business: know your audience.
Aren't they sweet? Yeah, until that silly lady said, "OK, now GO!!!"
Knew exactly what to do to the cow without being told.
Loved the light up steps. Boy, did we ever go up and down some steps. Four floors!
Couldn't understand why, when he touched it, it stopped doing the cool thing. "Why do I touch this?"
Walking through the chambers of the heart.
Sounding the riverboat whistle. Took almost the full weight of his body to get a good sound out.
Riding down the James.
Becoming an ant.
Getting silly with the air-loft activity.
This is where we spent most of our time, a room filled with ramps, loops, paths, and golf balls. You could just see the wheels turning in this little boy's head. Had a blast.
The one break we took.
The museum is in the coolest part of downtown Lynchburg ever. We ate a somewhat chilly lunch by the train tracks, saw a train, and marveled at the mighty James river with its sky-high water spout.
Have I mentioned that I love this boy?
So off we go to the children's museum with the three-year-old preschool class.
Aden and Nolan, waiting to go in, shouting back and forth at each other, "Look at the vieeeeew!"
A pinboard in the waiting area with written instructions to "gently press the pins".
Really? First rule of business: know your audience.
Aren't they sweet? Yeah, until that silly lady said, "OK, now GO!!!"
Knew exactly what to do to the cow without being told.
Loved the light up steps. Boy, did we ever go up and down some steps. Four floors!
Couldn't understand why, when he touched it, it stopped doing the cool thing. "Why do I touch this?"
Walking through the chambers of the heart.
Sounding the riverboat whistle. Took almost the full weight of his body to get a good sound out.
Riding down the James.
Becoming an ant.
Getting silly with the air-loft activity.
This is where we spent most of our time, a room filled with ramps, loops, paths, and golf balls. You could just see the wheels turning in this little boy's head. Had a blast.
The one break we took.
The museum is in the coolest part of downtown Lynchburg ever. We ate a somewhat chilly lunch by the train tracks, saw a train, and marveled at the mighty James river with its sky-high water spout.
Have I mentioned that I love this boy?
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