Because the weather sucked today (25-30 mph winds), we decided to take HDToddler to The Children's Museum. Such the mecca of coolness for little kids. They had a little grocery store complete with a check out stand, fruits and veggies they could 'scan', very cute (HDT kept putting groceries in another kid's basket).

Then ... then we stumbled across a room that took an act of God to remove our child from.

HDHusband and I can't quite come up with the right name for it (burrough, maybe?), but here is the website with photos. You could climb the branches and go up on top of the hill, or take the (small) tunnel through and get lost. Doesn't look too massive, but there are tons of twists and turns under there.

Because my son is 2, but is tall enough to look about 4, I had to go into that damn tunnel with him. A lot of other mothers were in there, and a lot of patient 'big' kids who were trying to get around us. (My favorite comment was, "EXCUSE ME MISSUS! I NEED TO GOOOOOO!")

Inside, you had about ... oh, I'd say ... NO ROOM to move. It's clearly not built for someone Mom Size. But, for the love my son, I was crawling around in a very small space, pointing out the stuffed ants and skunks that he was clearly not interested in. He wanted to climb back up the freakishly small space and go up onto the mountain, only to fall (head first in a 'controlled slide) back down inside the hole.


HDHusband's perspective as reported to me later:

"You went in, and then I swear half of the children living in Denver went in behind you. I kept waiting and waiting for you to come out, but you didn't. I started to think if I heard crying in there that it wasn't coming from a kid but my wife!!"


We stumbled across a fire truck before we left, and this was super cool to HDT, as well. They had little fireman jackets to put on, a stuffed dalmation, and a whole bunch of bells and whistles and button and knobs to turn.

So, all in all, a good day out of the wind.

Sidenote: HDH made a fantastic dinner last night. And as he was preparing something requiring fresh basil (that he had just purchased pre-packaged at the grocery store), he opened the container and there was a lone lady bug, hanging out on the leaves.

After unsuccessfully trying to get the ladybug to stop flying off my hand and go outside, it flew away and I figured we'd find a dead ladybug sooner or later. Turns out, the ladybug was hitching a ride on my kid's hair.