Children's Museum

Anna looks so tiny here! 

(Clearly I'm still playing catch up)

The only thing that would make this picture better is Keithy.

I sure do miss that sweet little boy.

With Chelsea moving to Portland and my clinical diagnosis of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out - look it up! It's a thing...) I have been driving up to Portland faster than Guy Fieri can scarf a burger and onion rings. In fact, I have hauled my kids up there so much lately that it was worth it for Darcee and I to split a pass to the Children's Museum.

SO WORTH IT.

And if the picture below doesn't prove it...

Then this certainly will-

(Note: Puppets and parents DO NOT MIX, even though I have been called the "Puppet Master" as I have a vast repertoire of Puppet Shows from my childhood on video, but I digress...)

Couple of squirrels I found in a tree.

I have found that the best way to get my stubborn child to try new things is to have her around Cole and Ally - especially Ally. Ev never wants to do face paint when we go to the Museum and then all of the sudden she sees Ally do Hello Kitty whiskers and she's all gun-ho.

OH THE IRONY

Unfortunately, Ev's "Hello Kitty whiskers," didn't quite translate. 

William Wallace would be proud though.

Ally the Poser and ... everyone else.

I can't remember exactly who Cole was supposed to be but his face is Wolverine-esque.

This was back during our Christmas Break, so the father of my children was thankfully present.

I think when Ev envisions Heaven and all things Holy, she pictures the grocery section of the Children's Museum. She cares about nothing else and ONLY wants to play in there. I always make her do that part last because she won't do anything else once she gets there. This girl is obsessed with play food! Plus its hilarious because she mans the checkout like a boss. All the big kids are terrified of the little spitfire behind the counter making them pay fake money for their food.

PROUD MOM MOMENT!

(What this says about my parenting, I'm not sure)

Going...

Going...

GONE.

Is he breathing?

Genes don't lie. 

And when you are this good looking, they can't even fib.

INSERT: Witty comment about how uncool I am.

I cannot wait until my children are old enough to realize that I'm so embarrassing.

Ev was like, "No! I DRIVE!!!!" (In demon raspy Jazz singer voice)

At least I know I'll never be this embarrassing, right?

Adventure is in this kid's blood.

Ev literally hung like this for fifteen seconds. Haha!

Did you just die of cuteness?

No?

How about now?

Whoop, there it is!

Death by cuteness.

What a day!

Looking back it seems like a past life (Early January was a rough time for Anna's sleep habits) that we went to the Children's Museum, but we've been back twice since then and each time it has gotten easier to finagle two kiddos and not look like a sweaty beast. 

It's the little things I guess.