Springtime in Arlington Center

Conveniently labeled, it's the library. With a tree coming back to life for the warm season.

Children's Museum

Last stop on Jeni's visit was to the Children's Museum. Zach was totally into to the Bobcat. I guess that's a boy thing?



Jeni asks, why is there a big milk bottle? Who the hell knows. But it has been there forever.



And here Jeni looks down onto the lobby, her fluffy pigtails in silhouette.

Zach eats bathwater

Something new, a video. It goes on for a while, but you get the idea after about the first 10 seconds.

And, yes, instead of taking the spoon away, I got out the video camera. A little soap never hurt anyone, right?

Just Jeni

My niece, Jeni, 5. Unceasing energy, so hard to catch her still long enough to get a non-fuzzy photo. I took her to the park to wear her out and she ran/walked/swung for over an hour, then she was still bounding with energy for the rest of the day. (Sarah, I don't know how you keep up with her on a daily basis!) Couldn't even sit still long enough to watch more than about 30 minutes of the Care Bears movie in a single sitting. But, then asked to "snuggle" while she drifted off to sleep at night with almost equal vigor.

Passovster

I haven't decorated eggs since the way-back days of my Jewish childhood (really - well, the childhood part), but it seemed like a fun way to keep Jeni entertained on a rainy day-before-Easter Saturday when she and my mom visited over the weekend. Eggs are one of the symbols of Passover, just these ones are prettier (all but the one I accidentally turned brown, that is).


Above is the work in progress and below Zach's take on the whole affair.

Mainly, he wanted to eat them.

Sunday, 4/5/09

Peabody Essex Museum

Took a tour yesterday of the Peabody Essex Museum and their Indian culture event. Zach's favorite was peering down from the glass overhang on the mezzanine down to the drummers and people below.


And learning about sand painting. Well, when we first walked by, this was a much more organized affair, but later when the sand was mixed together by other little kids to more or less a uniform glittery brown, I figured it was safe to let a 14-month-old check it out up close.

24 hours later I was still finding glitter in his diapers.

Housekeeping?

Zach has a new interest in the broom. Unfortunately for me, if I have the broom out, it's because the floor is really dirty (or, say, I've just dumped over a tub of rice), so having a toddler chasing me around and whining because he isn't being allowed to use that broom himself is actually kind of annoying.