Party till you Puke

Two blogs, one weekend. Two blog worthy activities, one weekend. That's why.
Key Bank hosted its employees today at The Children's Museum. They were serving mac and cheese for lunch and the Barbie exhibit was still there so we just couldn't miss it. Lilly is finally old enough to enjoy more of the Children's Museum than just the toddler playscape (although we still spent a lot of time there). The only problem is that she doesn't transition well from exhibit to exhibit.
For example: Here she is digging in the dinosphere. She got to wear goggles and use a little scraper and brush to help unearth some dinosaur fossils. When Bryan and I decided it was time to move along to the next exhibit...which by the way was only about twenty feet away and still in the dinosphere...Lilly collapsed. As far as she was concerned this was the most fun thing she had ever done in her entire life and nothing, NOTHING, would ever make her happy again. She cried, screamed and kicked. Well, until about 30 seconds later when we got the the dinosaur nest.
Just a close up of the goggles.

Then, at the dinosaur nest, Lilly dressed up like a dinosaur and collected eggs. Leaving this exhibit went a lot smoother. There just happened to be a little boy about her age waiting his turn to try on the dinosaur costume. When we told Lilly it was his turn she gladly took off the gloves and handed them over and then took him her vest. Bryan was shocked to say the least.

Next, we cruised through the train exhibit. Wasn't really Lilly's favorite, but she was sad to leave it none the less. Then we had lunch, the previously mentioned mac and cheese and a few other things, but all she noticed was the mac and cheese.

After that we headed to the Barbie exhibit. Bryan was a trooper, he helped brush Barbie's hair, even doing his best to put in a hair bow. He dressed a Barbie doll and managed to act excited to discuss Barbie fashion with Lilly. Then as we left he gazed longingly towards the G.I.Joe exhibit, looking forward to the day that we bring our son to the Children's Museum, but right now Lilly had no interest. And of course, Lilly left the Barbie exhibit the same way she left the dino-dig area...kicking and screaming.

But, about five minutes later (because that's how long it took me to make it up the ramps to the next level) she recovered from her devastation upon seeing the carousel and she insisted on riding a deer. And...after the carousel she cried and asked "again?". Bryan took her to play in a tree house while I got another ticket for the carousel. Then we learned something that many of you with older children may have already known; instead of distracting her while I got another ticket we should have simply distracted her and moved along. Because by the time I got back with the ticket she wanted no part of the carousel. That's right, she only wanted to play in the tree house, the ice cream shop and the other little play house. Guess what happened when we left the playhouses.

That's right, kicking and screaming. But, only until we got to the next area.

Bryan insisted that Lilly sit in the race car for a picture. Then Lilly and I realized he had an ulterior motive. He just wanted an excuse to get in there himself. They both left this area in tears.

At the end of the day Lilly and Daddy shared some ice cream and then we headed home. Now, I mentioned that Lilly cried and kind of threw a fit whenever we'd leave an exhibit because she was having so much fun, but she quickly recovered when she realized we were going to another fun hands on area. Well, when we left the table and headed to the car we got the fit, complete with kicking, screaming and shaking, but without the joy of another exhibit. This is where the title of the blog comes in...Lilly had herself so upset that while Bryan was buckling her into the car seat she threw up (and I gagged). But, this only caused her to pause in her temper tantrum. As soon as Bryan cleaned her up she continued with her impression of Linda Blair from 'The Exorcist'. About four minutes from home Lilly finally stopped screaming, and I assume swearing at us, and fell asleep. I carried her in a put her down in her bed, but hoped she wouldn't sleep long. She didn't. She woke up about an hour later in a mood that reminded me of a little of pit bull. So, Lilly and I cuddled in my bed and watched a cartoon while Bryan watched the Colts game in the living room. Lilly looked so cute in our big bed that I had to share a picture. She seems to be saying "No more pictures please."