So, wow. I'm a little in awe of the response from yesterday. I love that so many of you came out and said hello! It was a lot of fun to see some old friends, and I'll definitely be adding some new blogs to my list. (Because, you know, I totally need more ways to spend my wealth of free time.) I feel a bit of stage fright now. Like I'd just been cruising along in my car singing along to
Hanson something really hip and undorky, and I realized there was a big bus beside me full of (super cool) people listening intently. Yikes. I mean, duh, I knew people were reading. But I was sort of suspecting it was the '5 readers, 145 clicks from the grandmothers' scenario. That said- I'm glad you are reading! I love to write (cheap therapy), I love to share about A (while he still allows it), and I especially love that some of you have followed along since ye old sad blog and are now sharing in the amazing happiness that unfolds when one has hope and perseverance.
All right, I'm getting a little verklempt. Let's get back to your regularly scheduled miscellany, shall we?
I don't fancy myself the museum sort. Museums bring to mind 8th grade field trips on stuffy buses smelling of sack lunch. I picture dust and boring paintings and stifling silence. Just not my cup of tea. Unless there's a gift shop, then maybe. But the Austin Children's Museum? Coolness! A playdate with three adorable little munchkins and their very sweet moms? More coolness! A Children's Museum, I learned this afternoon, isn't stuffy or quiet or boring at all. If you're A, who many days sees my face and the face of the Target check out lady and that's about it (fine, Oprah's face too), the Children's Museum is pretty much the most stimulating place ever, full of new people to meet. (He was especially drawn to one tattooed nanny. Nice choice, kid.) I had a great time watching him explore and play and occasionally look my way and smile. Sure, he mostly chewed on a wooden mallet and dragged a stuffed squirrel around by the tail, but he had a great time doing it. And if you ask me, a measly $6.50 admission fee and $4 parking garage tab are MORE than worth it for some socialization for A and his mama. I'm shaking my borderline SAD, and that, my friends, is a very good thing!
I told you. He loved that squirrel.