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A Morning at the Museum

Have you ever driven a tank through midtown Manhattan on a Friday afternoon? How about blindfolded? That’s a rough, but very similar, analogy to visiting the Boston Children’s Museum on a Sunday at the end of February school vacation week.

We knew what were getting into, last year we’d learned the hard way to avoid peak times, but at this point, even during this mild winter, we’ve exhausted our supply of crafts, recipes, pet stores, food stores, libraries and tanning salons in a thirty mile wide radius to tire out Cecilia. It was the city or bust. We brought reinforcements in the form of the Almeidas and despite a few crying jags (names withheld) we managed to have a good time. Check it out:

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Ce vs. Daily Life

You’ll hear no complaints from us about this winter, but I’ve also learned 4 inches of snow or 4 feet, it makes little difference for parents. It’s the cold that traps us inside with our little terrors. I can’t wait until it’s warm enough that we can run her around the field till she drops. We’re running low on diversions. We’re now on first name basis with many Target employees (across multiple stores) as we roam the aisles like nomads, following along in Ce’s wake as she busts up and down every aisle filling her cart. Whatever works, but I’m tired of restocking shelves.

Swim Lessons

In preparation for our vacation this year, we thought getting Ce used to the water would be a good idea. After a rocky start, she’s really enjoyed the Wednesday morning routine with her ‘buddy’ Jackson. Mama has enjoyed the one thing a week guaranteed to wipe her out enough not to fight the afternoon nap. That fact alone is worth the lesson cost and definitely worth continuing till the spring thaw.

Swimming Lessons from Mike Donohue on Vimeo.

Overheard at Bedtime

We are neck deep in daycare cold season and Cece has a doozy right now. It’s chapped her nose, but hasn’t dulled her spirits too much. She’s just leaking all over the house. Mama has taken to mopping with Purell in an effort to contain the plague and keep us parents upright. The verdict is still out on whether it will work.

Otherwise, the whole family is climbing the walls just waiting for spring. Cecilia visited her grandparents last weekend in Philly and was ecstatic to actually be able to see the grass. She went a little nutty and sprinted around the house three times before collapsing in a heap of smiles and curls. Needless to say the return to the frozen, snow crusted wilds of Boston was a bit of a letdown. Sprinting headlong around the dining room table 37 times just isn’t the same outlet.

Living in such close proximity this snowbound winter, we’ve noticed Cecilia is entering that distinct toddler phase known as the mimic. She’s a sponge for facial expressions, daily routines, verbal tics and offhand remarks. Just in the last weeks she’s flaunted her knowledge by prepping my coffee cup, bringing me my slippers, and reminding Mama that Daddy likes two fingers of scotch, neat.

Here was our exchange last night, while prepping for bed. We were reading ‘Eats’, a word association and picture book. Mouse…cheese, Squirrel…acorn, bird…worn. You get the idea. The books build to a rousing conclusion on the last page:

Daddy: “And who eats ice cream?”

Cecilia: “GRANDMOM!”

Now we know who’s been polishing off the sundae’s in the Friendly’s kid’s meal! So beware, you’re secrets are no longer safe with Cecilia.