But this has nothing to do with astronauts. Or David Bowie. Or the 80s. One week from today, school starts. And Lily starts full day kindergarten. Let me hear an "AMEN!" School supplies are bought and bagged. First day outfits are purchased. And I am giddy, giddy with anticipation. Is that wrong? Judge me when you've been trapped with these urchins pick pick picking at each other b/c they're just DONE with summer.
I'm sure the fact that I spent 16+ hours in the car with them last week doesn't help my need to escape. We drove to Dayton to see Aunt Carolyn. It wasn't as torturous a trip as I'd feared, mom came along and the kids weren't horrid, just there. Always. As soon as the picking got to bad or the cranky started up (in any of us), I'd just take the next exit or rest stop and declare a bathroom break. We peed a LOT. It was like traveling through Israel with Steve's Aunt Lila. I think we stopped at every hole in the ground in the whole country. Bring your own TP. Incidentally, does anyone else have parents who accuse them of looking "like an aunt (ant?) going to Jerusalem" when wearing baggy things? Mine did. Neither can explain where this came from, but having SEEN an aunt going to Jerusalem, I can tell you that they favor baggy shorts and Tshirts, cinched with a fanny pack. A fanny pack containing a pistol. This is a look I have never sported. Ah, right, Ohio...so we drove a lot and saw a cool museum and visited and it was lovely.
We went to the Boonshoft Museum of Discovery which was a very fun excursion. The kids had a blast. I fought the urge to nap. I have no idea why, but children's museums are like a sleeping potion for me. I get through the door and start yawning. It's all I can do to drag my weary limbs from exhibit to exhibit. No matter how new and exciting, I'm looking for a soft bench. Julianna and Lily enjoyed dressing up as animals and climbing under a diorama that had little pop-up bubbles--Lily's a "chickmunk" and Julianna's a bunny:
Ben spent ages polishing this truck in an area set up to look like a garage. I really hoped that he and the other kids would suddenly break into song and dance about "she's a real pussy wagon," but they never did. Aunt Carolyn climbs behind the wheel:
My favorite thing was this really trippy room where you dance in front of screen and the camera projects you onto it, only...well, trippy. I could have stayed there all day. here's all three kids:
And if you care to toke up, here's a bit o' video:
(first time I've tried this video insertion...we'll see if it works).
So. I'm back. I'll try to update more. Thank god it's no longer 152 degrees outside, although I'm sure it'll be back.
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