I love the Natural History museum. It's air conditioned. It's bathrooms don't double as a shower for homeless people. And best of all - it's effortless fun.
My last couple of trips to the American Museum of Natural History was as a chaperone on school trips. I watched the kids, not the swamp display. So this time, I watched my boys gawk and stare in wonder and it was like seeing the displays for the first time.
I had no idea the museum had so much seafood, meat and vegetables in their original form.
|Sperm whale vs. Giant squid vs. One Mother Bottle of Soy Sauce|
Then came our annual family trip to Wildwood, New Jersey. The boys have attended this annual summer weekend with their extended family since they were gestating in my belly. And now they have someone new to torture, other than their parents: a brand new cousin. Without further ado, their not-so-thilled-to-be-with-them cousin.
|Yes, we're related - we're in a pub, aren't we?|
Still, not as bad as his next word: "water." The opponent guessed "e, t and r" only to be told that it wasn't in the word.
He'll be fine as long as he plays this game in Japan, I suppose.
My 46th birthday passed this week as well.
Can you tell how thrilled I am?
I planned the day accommodating everybody but me and got pissed off at them for taking me up on it.
Still...it was worth it for this shot of Samu waiting for his friend to arrive on their playdate:
This was my birthday cake afterwards:
|The aftermath of the stilts that held up the platform that held 45 candles|