We went to the museum of Science and Tech for Science and Kids day. We haven't been there in a while because Elizabeth finds it very loud and a bit overwhelming. Besides, the other museums are a bit closer to us!
We were greeted at the door by Pixel the robot, who was surrounded by kids trying to get him to do things. "Can you dance?" asked one little boy. "I can!" the robot proclaimed in a deep voice before demonstrating his spins to music. "Can you dance?" the excited gaggle of kids demanded again. "I just did" said the robot. "Do it again!" they demanded. "What's the magic word?" the robot asked. "Pleeeease????" asked the kids. And so the robot danced again. This time one of the staff joined in and helped Elizabeth twirl around to the music too.
Then we headed to the trains. "I'm so 'cited" she giggled (trains are currently a BIG interest). The energy exhibit is a bit too old for Elizabeth so we didn't spend much time there but all were interested in the gorgeous new glass exhibit. It's so beautiful I'd like to bring some of it home with me... Maybe in the basement somewhere, someday? Not the bullet hole part though! Brendan thought the motion detector enabled privacy glass was neat too.
Soon the ambient noise and especially the loud buzzing sounds from the electricity demo started to hurt Elizabeth's ears and it was time to go home. But not before pretending to be network packets with Mom and Dad.
"Excuse me," [Robin] said, '"do you need a baby?"
"I don't know," said the man. "Can it wash my car?"
"No," said Robin.
"Can I sell it for lots of money?"
"No," said Robin.
"Well, what is it for?" said the man.
"It is for loving and hugging and feeding and burping," said Robin.
from Murmel, Murmel, Murmel by Robert Munsch
Elizabeth was very proud when I asked her if she'd like to babysit Xander while I made supper. (The fact that Daddy was there was incidental.) She took her job very seriously. First she lined up the babies. Baby Xander on the left, Baby Nora in the middle and Baby Micah in the stroller. Each baby received a carefully selected toy and then she decided they needed to be rocked. Several different strategies were tried before she discovered one that let her rock all three at once. Every once in a while she swapped out the toys for new ones.
After supper he got a little fussy so I wore him in my sling. Elizabeth wanted to go in the sling on my back too, but I thought that was a bad idea so I gave her a piggyback instead (sorry, no picture!) We fed him. He was sooo tired. He'd eat for five minutes and then pass out cold. Then after another five minutes he'd wake up and want more.
Xander's first visit away from his Mommy flew by very quickly (about 4pm to 9:45pm, or two blinks). He was left with three outfits, six diapers, 16 oz of milk and a full belly. He drank 12 oz of the milk, used all the diapers and two of the outfits, but barring a few wails to communicate a need for feeding or a diaper change Xander did not cry at all until his parents came home.
"Can we keep him?" asked Elizabeth. "He can sleep in my room on the mat."
I remember how much I loved squeezing myself into small spaces when I was little. Elizabeth may have inherited this tendency...
Daddy wants you to know that putting bags on your head is not 'llowed in our 'ouse and he is SHOCKED that Mommy took a picture prior to enforcing the rule.
Sometimes when Brendan and I are regaling the other parent with tales of daughterly exploits we realize how differently she plays with each of us. Momma tends to be a bit more structured in her play suggestions because rocking baby in the car seat is not her favourite game. So Elizabeth makes puppet shows, does art projects, reads books and helps around the house. Daddy on the other hand tends to let Elizabeth do what ever she feels like. He plays an active part in whatever scenario her wild imagination has concocted that particular day, and rarely directing her to play with a particular set of toys.
Turns out that even when we go to the same museum, we apparently have different routines. Case in point - the last few times Brendan and Elizabeth visited the Children's museum (also known as the "baby museum" because it has baby dolls) they visited "the sewing / clothing section" with a green monster on the roof and a giant rat holding a pair of scissors in the window. I'm pretty familiar with this museum, but clearly not observant enough since I have NO idea where this was.
Elizabeth had great fun making necklaces there though, although she preferred to put the giant beads on the ends of her fingers.
There's also a "tortilla-making" place with a modeling clay substance behind a door I thought was decoration. There's apparently a blender on the table. Not that Elizabeth makes tortillas with it or anything - last time she made a monster that was eating bunny rabbits. The teeth were improperly affixed and fell out. "Probably he didn't brush its teeth." said our properly indoctrinated child. So they made him a toothbrush.
Brendan said I needed to post a few pictures of the creatures I make out of Elizabeth's lunches.
Doesn't everyone use their kids as an excuse to play with their food?