This is probably not an appropriate story for men to read. Having said that, any man reading this will totally keep reading. Well done, Betsy.
“TheNAT”–San Diego Natural History Museum in all its fabulous prehistoric glory
So here’s what happened. My family was at the natural history museum, chilling out on the back steps having a snack after our visit. A mother and her son were on the steps near us doing the same thing. Then a woman and her daughter came out the back door of the museum. This woman was… well, petite in all areas but one. And that area was quite obvious, like too obvious to be natural.
I looked at the mom on the steps nearby and simply said, Read the rest of this entry
I rarely visit the PIF facebook page. I know my stuff goes there automatically, and I do nothing more with it. Admittedly, this is probably a bad thing. So today I decided to at least look at the page and was accosted by the large dark gray banner at the top, the one I’m supposed to cover up with a photo. Sigh. I guess I’d better finally do that, I thought.
So I scanned our most recent photos and came across ones from our trip to the Natural History Museum over spring break. The experience for a parent, I soon realized, was not so much about seeing the exhibits as it was keeping the kids corralled. It was all about them. They are so selfish.
It was difficult to impossible to keep them all together, so my husband and I were on zone defense, frequently making eye contact across the semi-crowded rooms and holding up either one or two fingers to indicate how many children we had within close proximity. So long as we both knew how to count to three, we were okay. Read the rest of this entry