CHILDREN'S MUSEUM

When Brad got an entire week off (!!!!) we decided to do the sensible relaxing thing... take two small children on a ten hour car ride. Actually it was a lot of fun, if you ignore the many hours of screaming from Reagan. We drove up to Naperville to see Brad's parents. When we lived in Alton it was a quick 5 hour drive so we went up pretty regularly. Now we are double the distance with an additional child so a quick trip to Naperville no longer exists. With a full week on our hands we decided to take advantage. Our first stop was to the Children's museum, which of course Finley found endlessly exciting. Although, isn't it the hallmark of kids to get really into the most obscure parts of a really cool experience? For instance, Finley didn't want anything to do with the cool water ways and bubble pools. She wanted  to play on the stairs. REALLY? STAIRS? We've got a set a home, they aren't that cool. Promise. Also she wanted to carry around a basket of tennis balls. Not put them in the sweet air machine and watch them go through the tunnels. Just carry them around in a basket. Kids are so weird.

Here she is shaving a wax block.

I thought she would love this wood shop. She loved all the dangerous things she couldn't touch. After the seventh "no" she was outta there.

Family picture... wait no... someone's missing.

MY favorite part was the wind tunnel. It's exactly what it sounds like. A tunnel with wind. I even channeled my inner Heidi Klum (I wish) and did some modeling poses (those pictures will never see the light of day. Ever.).

Brad told me that wind tunnel is his ideal sleeping condition. I'm an anti ceiling fan sleeper. And he would... sleep in a wind tunnel if given the option. Who wants to feel like they are sleeping on the wing of a 747? I will never understand.

Well apparently Reagan takes after Dad in this regard - she could not be more asleep.

Although that's pretty much how Reagan felt about the entire Children's Museum. This is my intense Instagraming face. It's serious business. I don't mess around. Plus only have access to Brad's iphone... never.