Today we took Dylan to The Science Center for the first time. Our friends have a membership, so we got in free! Time with friends we don't see often enough, new discoveries for Dylan, and very little money spent - Triple Score!!! I haven't been to the Science Center since I was in my 20's, (you know, last week sometime), and took a group of 24 preschoolers there on a field trip. The place must have added a few floors in the meantime, because holy crap, the amount of stuff in the place is mind boggling. Four floors, (or was it five? I lost track). We probably only saw half of the stuff.
There was a giant train display, robots shooting basketballs, all sorts of scientific experiments, an aquarium, water play, ball play area, etc, etc. I think Dylan's favorite thing about the whole place were the ramps from floor to floor. We put him down, and SWOOSH, he was off like a rocket, legs churning, butt wiggling, arms going, and a big old goofy grin with a few squeals for good measure. It's not too hard to make that kid happy. Give him a big open space and maybe a big chunk of cheese and the kid is in toddler heaven.
By about the third floor, I started to become perplexed about something. When did I get old?! When exactly did that happen, and why didn't anyone tell me? I was exhausted. Did I mention that I chased 24 preschoolers around the place without breaking a sweat last week - (or, you know, whenever that was)? So, either I got old, or they have started pumping sleeping gas through the pipes of the place, because I just...needed a nap.
Dylan fell asleep practically before we were out of the parking lot, and slept the whole ride home. So did I. Then, when we got home...
Two hours later, when I rudely woke him up when I "tromped through the room", he was beyond grouchy. I made dinner, and you should have seen him put away the food! The Science Center took a lot out of him. All of us, apparently. Good thing we took him now, because next time I might need a walker.