Imagination Day

Hello! While we had yet another rough start (I am starting to think he tests me in the morning to see if I still have expectations of him), so I decided we needed to get out of the house. I did not care where I went, as long as it was out of the house and away from Thomaston.

My initial intention was to head to NY to see some very dear friends, but I stopped at Imagination Museum in Bristol, CT. I absolutely love this place as a kids place. It has 3 levels, and a wide variety of things to do. The boys were able to play with hair dryers and ping pong balls, building castles, and making huge bubbles.

The kids had such a fun time and we were there for almost 4 hours. :). However, there was one accidental hit to the head with a mallet. They were playing the musical tunes outside, and he did not realize that Carter was standing right next to him. And then, there was the thud as Pierce swung around. Oops. And then there were tears. But all was forgotten about 30 minutes later, as they were playing doctor together and cuddling baby dolls.

Now here is a question for you as my readers. Considering the boys absolutely love playing doctor and cuddling with dolls, would you see it as unacceptable to get them one each, or would it be fine? They were playing with my doll I had as a kid, but the head started coming off, and it needs to be fixed. I am torn. I personally see nothing wrong with it. But I do not want society to label them for playing with dolls as boys. I am just torn.

After we left the museum, the boys napped, and took a much needed nap at any rate. Then we all went for a walk downtown to mail off the thank you cards, and to see the trains. Carter hitched a ride in the backpack, and Pierce walked the whole thing. Of course we had to stop at the cannons, and he asked why they were there. I explained that this was a dedication for everyone in our town who has fought so that he could have a lot of fun and be free to enjoy what he does. I also told him that he should thank those that sacrifice their lives and times to do it. There was an older gentlemen (it turns out he was 92 years young) sitting on the bench, and he showed Pierce where his name was on the plaque. Pierce looked at him as innocent as could be and just said "thank you". It made the old man tear up. He explained to me that this generation was missing the politeness, and the concept. He felt that everyone expected everything, and that despite him sitting on the bench every night, very seldom did people stop to say hi. It made me think, how many times do I just walk by people without saying hi? Am I one of those people?

From there we went and saw daddy at work, and now I am fighting with Pierce to get him to stay in bed. Oh toddlers, you have to love them. :). Good night everyone...we have Carter's 1 year well visit in the morning. Oh boy.