Sunday, February 21, 2010

Indecision

I have sometimes been accused of being indecisive. If it's a trip to the spa or out to dinner, no questions asked, the answer is yes. But, today I completely struggled with my decision-making capability, and consequently I think we all suffered.

It was Jaxon and me all weekend as Scott made his way up to the woods to ice fish with the boys. It was Target free Sunday at the Children's Museum and I debated back and forth on whether or not to go, knowing it was going to be crazy busy, and knowing that my two year old angel is no longer an angel. Also knowing that my growing belly is causing me to be quite tired and I am no longer the spring chicken I used to be.

But of course, we went. Honestly on the way there, I thought about turning back at least three times. But alas, I promised dinosaurs and dinosaurs Jaxon would get.

But first, we did some drumming in the China exhibit...

cooked an apple over an open flame in the kitchen exhibit...


played a little guitar hero on the open mic stage...

sat on the city bus FOREVER. I had to drag Jaxon away from the motionless metro transit bus so that some other kids could have a chance. My guess, at this point he was just as tired as I was and it felt good to sit down.

Last, but not least, we did see the dinosaur exhibit. However, the dinosaurs are all just a bit too tall and scary to actually take a picture next to, so we settled for climbing on this squishy bridge a half a dozen times.
Looks like we had a lot of fun right? We did. It was a good choice, and we were only there for two hours, so I can't complain too much. It was the half-hour nap in the car ride home that Jaxon thought was his nap for the day that made it a poor decision.
But, hindsight is always 20-20, right?

1 comment:

  1. You are crazy.

    But, if you ever lose your mind and decide to do that again, call me. It's right by us and we can meet you over there. I'd be happy to sit on the bus too long. Or help you and your belly chase Jaxon around. :)

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