But Still Fun

After church this morning we packed a picnic and headed to the Children's Museum, since it's raining. We hit all the usual spots. When turtle time was announced, Collin threw down his bubble wand, washed his hands, and started climbing flight after flight of stairs to the demonstration. By the time we got there, the teaching time was over...but we still had a chance to pet the turtles. It's fun that the kids know their way around...that they can now find their favorite things.

There was an older boy about my size at the ant hill, charged with watching his younger sibling. He came bounding out of a hole, looked up at his mother and said, "It's smaller than I remember, but still fun."

Yes...in reality, the places of our memory are diminished, but the joy remembered is multiplied. I hope it is the same with my kids...that these outings conjure up joyful memories of family fun.

Putting together the frog life cycle puzzle with new friends and Mom.
Ahhh...that pan is hot...and I definitely won't eat that.

Doubs doing the dishes.