I had been trying to plan a trip to the museum for ages. Even though we live less than an hour outside of New York City, it’s still quite a challenge to get there these days. I used to go in often, at least every few months. There is so much to see and do.
I love nature. I live in a very suburban section of New Jersey and we are a very short drive from rural countryside. I spend most of my time in the country, in nature, in the woods. It’s my preference. But that is not to say that I don’t have a deep passion for the city, because I really do. There is something certainly magic about the hustle of city life. The city is rich with life and culture and diversity and grit. It makes my heart beat a little bit faster. I’m so grateful that I grew up getting to experience the extremes at both end of the culture spectrum.
Roman was so excited about our impending trip to the city and the museum. I wanted to test the limits of his little memory so I asked him, “Who works at the museum?” And sure enough he replied, “Professor Wiseman.” Any of you out there who have watched as much Curious George as I have will greatly appreciate his response, I’m sure.
The long awaited trip was almost cancelled that very morning when Marina woke up covered in little red spots. A quick detour to the pediatrician told us that she had an “amoxicillin reaction” to the antibiotics that had been treating her double-ear infection. But, it didn’t seem to bother her whatsoever and we were given the green light to move ahead with our plans.
Roman was absolutely enamored with the magic of the museum, the dinosaur bones were his favorite, and the beautiful light in that room rendered me helpless against snapping several pictures of him enjoying the scene. The museum with two toddlers is certainly a feat, and not one I plan to attempt again anytime soon, but it was a dream come true for me and a memory that Roman will cherish for a long time to come.
^^^ Way to keep it gully, kid. ^^^
^^^ My little polka-spotted girl. She isn’t at all thrilled with being in the stroller and it was damn-near impossible to snap a picture of her that day. ^^^
Another beautiful memory for the books.