The Enchanted nap
Saturday we met up with our new buddies Camille and Noah (and their mom and dad) at nearby Winterthur, a museum to which we had never been but had heard good things about. This particular venue, like others around the region, is a former DuPont estate that has been transformed into a museum or garden or nature preserve or the like. The great attraction for big people is a collection of Revolutionary War-era antiques associated with the estate, which is apparently so enormous that they offer a course to the public in antiques appraisal, you know, for those who aspire to host Antiques Roadshow.
The great attraction for little people is this play village, the Enchanted Woods, set up in a small forest. When I read fairy tales as a kid, this is pretty much how I pictured them to look.
And I think the fellers enjoyed themselves. I mean, how could you not? There was some vague idea when we got there that we should sit down and eat a picnic lunch together with our buds, but we abandoned that for a hummingbird-style feeding option, one that was more conducive to my children's desire for constant motion:
Before we left, I asked Camille and Noah's daddy to take our picture with my camera. This is the fourth picture I have of the four of us together as a family. It's always a crapshoot, the taking of the group photo, but this one turned out quite well. Look how stunningly handsome my boys are, all of them smiling, with the sunlight dappling their faces! Now all they need to do is lose the greasy-looking homeless chick. Or at least buy her some highlights. And a toothbrush.
We spent over 3 hours at Winterthur, during at least 75% of which both boys were running their precious legs off. So you can imagine after that we all went home to ...
...for nearly four hours. Score!
I apologize for the photoblog-arrhea, but the setting was so conducive to picture-taking. If you like, you can see even more of our Winterthur pictures on a Flickr Slideshow.
The great attraction for little people is this play village, the Enchanted Woods, set up in a small forest. When I read fairy tales as a kid, this is pretty much how I pictured them to look.
And I think the fellers enjoyed themselves. I mean, how could you not? There was some vague idea when we got there that we should sit down and eat a picnic lunch together with our buds, but we abandoned that for a hummingbird-style feeding option, one that was more conducive to my children's desire for constant motion:
Before we left, I asked Camille and Noah's daddy to take our picture with my camera. This is the fourth picture I have of the four of us together as a family. It's always a crapshoot, the taking of the group photo, but this one turned out quite well. Look how stunningly handsome my boys are, all of them smiling, with the sunlight dappling their faces! Now all they need to do is lose the greasy-looking homeless chick. Or at least buy her some highlights. And a toothbrush.
We spent over 3 hours at Winterthur, during at least 75% of which both boys were running their precious legs off. So you can imagine after that we all went home to ...
...for nearly four hours. Score!
I apologize for the photoblog-arrhea, but the setting was so conducive to picture-taking. If you like, you can see even more of our Winterthur pictures on a Flickr Slideshow.
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