It was the last weekend that the Space exhibit would be at the Science Museum, so being the stir-crazy person that I am, I decided to drag everyone to see it because… SPACE. Plus, Enzo has had an on and off again interest in outer space, so it seemed like it might be something he would enjoy.
The exhibit was fairly busy and unsurprisingly both kids wanted to check out everything. There were a lot of cool hands-on activities that both kids were able to do, even though they really didn’t understand what it was all about. What kid wouldn’t enjoy pushing buttons and turning cranks and exploring miniature space stations?
The highlight for Phoebe, may have been the toilet, though. She did not want to get off the pot and was quite enjoying herself. Of all the things to grab her attention, it would have to be that. Josh took a turn on the rotating shuttle exhibit, while I volunteered to wait with the kids. There’s no way my stomach would have managed. Alas and sadness.
We did make sure to grab our two hooligans for some fun pictures. We were “those” parents who couldn’t seem to control their rascals as they played a one-sided game of Hide-and-Seek. They are most definitely not ready for any kind of art museum where one is supposed to be somewhat sophisticated. What? You want to quietly contemplate this historic piece of art? Let me scream in protest of my stroller imprisonment or run around shrieking at the top of my lungs. Not everyone enjoys yelling, not even if done in happiness.
After we finished up our tour in outer space, we wandered around the rest of the museum a bit, checking out dinosaurs and getting some fresh air outside. Phoebe managed to lose her beloved owl lovie but thanks to a miracle we found it waiting for us at Lost and Found officially making whoever found it the hero of the day.