Friday, October 12, 2012

Children's Museum

On Monday, I had a holiday from work - Columbus Day, which is the best fake holiday ever. I dropped The Boy off at school, got the Groupon from The Wife, tossed a little bear into the car, and left. We arrived at the Pittsburgh Children's Museum about twenty minutes later.

It was a marvelous day. We had so much fun!

Kids - particularly three year olds - are really pretty easy to handle one-on-one. Pretty much, their needs are basic: little people, little problems. They want someone's attention, somebody with whom to play, some tasty food when they're hungry, help with the potty as needed, and something interesting happening. There's really very little misbehaving that happens, because there's no actual incentive to misbehave. Why does he need negative attention, when he's got his daddy 100% to himself for the entire day?

We played with big magnets, we built structures and knocked them over, we played with light sticks, towed wooden trains, bounced in a bouncy tunnel, threw parachutes off of a high platform, climbed a rope net, went down a metal twisty slide, built car tracks, strung bicycle wheels with bungy cord spokes, poured little rocks down the side of a cool noisemaker, and saw five different potties. We had pizza and a turkey sandwich for lunch and a tasty scoop of ice cream on our way out of the museum.

Best part? When we got to the water part. He took his shoes off and immediately tried to jump into the boat pool.

Little Bear is definitely in a daddy-type mood right now, and I'm really okay with that. I think that he's starting to realize that there are multiple days in the week that he doesn't see me - on Tuesday nights during chorus rehearsals, and if I have an out-of-the-house quartet rehearsal or committee meeting, and, of course, work. That fact kind of freaks him out a little bit; he's just hitting the age where he's starting to figure out how time flows and starting to be able to plan and to anticipate the flow of his day. Multiple times in the past couple of weeks, we've woken up with three little boys in our bed. Personally, I'm really okay with that - I still have a nagging sense of guilt about not being able to cuddle little baby bear because of the ultraviolet light thing.

He's very funny, and very mature, and very tall, but he's also a little baby at the same time. His face, when sleeping, hasn't changed from his infancy, and it's one of the most beautiful faces I've seen. He still has the best smile of the three boys. He also has a funny little nod when he says yes - more of a little bow with his head and shoulders than a nod. Very, very cute.

Don't get me wrong - he can be demon child when he wants. He's great at trying to sneak out of the house during the day to play in the yard, and he enjoys making his older brother cry through physical or emotional attack. But, he's also very sweet and rapidly becoming sensitive to other people's feelings, much faster than his older brother or his father ever did.

But, still, it was a great day, and we had a lot of fun.

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