Leah, Ava, and I went to a birthday party yesterday for the son of a friend of ours. The festivities took place at the Iowa Children’s Museum, a place I’d seen a number of times but never ventured into. Turns out the have special birthday rooms there that you can rent out for your party, and that’s where we hung out.
Ava didn’t seem to want to nap all day, and in fact just went down at 5 p.m. It was pretty hectic around here this afternoon. We’re thinking we may have made a mistake taking her out to the party, but it would’ve been a shame to miss our her friend’s special day.
Anyway, that children’s museum was a complete zoo, as I suppose a reasonable person might expect it to be on a Saturday afternoon. My favorite episode took place in the four-and-under room, where Ava and I went to run around for a bit after the party. There was a little girl (she looked pretty close to the four-year age limit to me) running all over the place, pushing a little toy lawnmower in front of her. She was really moving. She was dodging and weaving between all the adults and the other kids in the room and having a grand old time.
Enter her dad and little brother. Dad made the mistake of setting the little fella down on the floor (he wasn’t even old enough to crawl), and it wasn’t long before sis came along and plowed straight over him. I have to hand it to the kid, though; he didn’t really cry for long at all. In fact after one or two good wails, dad picked him up and sat him on his lap, and he quieted right down.
Lesson learned:Â Watch your back at the children’s museum.