Last week I just had D (the 6 year old) with me and we did the same boring things we always do. But this week I just had C (the 11 year old) and we got to have some fun. He's actually quite tolerable without his little brother around to pester.
I told C early in the week that we would go visit the WWII USS Razorback submarine and museum that's in the Arkansas River downtown. (FYI: It happened to be named the Razorback after some kind of fish. It wasn't named that after being put in Arkansas.)
We tried to go on Wednesday. We strollered on up to the desk and the girl just stared at me. "Um. We'd like tickets?" "Do you have some kind of carrier for the baby?" "No. We'll come back." Hmph.
So I borrowed a Bjorn from my friend Alisa and headed back there today. I saw why she was just staring at me...
climb down to get in the sub.
See? That's why the staring happened.
So now we can add the "First Time in a Submarine" sticker to the first year calendar.