Museums & Beans

Way back in December I was thinking that this should be the year of the museum. I spent a little time figuring out just how far away the museum was, the hours, the cost, etc. All in an attempt to see if it would be worth it. That and trying to figure in the ick factor.

For me, museums have a certain ick about them. Mostly I just really hate/fear anything that has been preserved or taxidermy-ed. It just feels creapy. It makes me look back over my shoulder and gives me that crawly skin feeling.

But, I'm a mom. Not just any old mom, but a home school mom at that. And, kids love museums. They love to get close up to all that dead stuff and check it out.

Fast forward to February and pass out the credit card. We are now memebers of our public museum. But, we haven't hardly been out of our house due to the creaping crud and vomit virus.

I think we're ready. So today's the day. We'll make our way through the construction zone that used to be the freeways of Milwaukee, find the magic discount parking garage, load the stroller, get some cash and go to the museum.

I'm hoping I'll get used to it as we make regular trips inside. My plan is to go often, let the kids really dig in and explore it all, and of course, to get my money's worth out of the membership this year.

One last funny. At dinner on Saturday, The Little Mr. looks right at his dad and says, Hey, I need a bean counter, can you do it? It's only funny because The Mr. is a CPA. The Little Mr. didn't have a clue, he simply knew he needed to eat 5 green beans to get seconds of the stuff he liked. The Mr. started to hold up his fingers for each bite, saying something about, Yeah, I think I can help you out with that.