No Butterflies = Tons O Fun

Last Friday we desperately needed an outing, other than King Soopers or Sam's Club. So we headed to the Wildlife Museum and met Nolan and Abby to take him off her hands for a couple hours. And BOY did we have a blast. We originally went to see the butterfly exhibit. Those two little dudes ran around the joint like it was Disneyland, despite the fact that wasn't one live butterfly included in the jip of an exhibit. Then we got to the jungle section containing loud, talking, moving animals. At that point, I had a boy attached to each leg. Tightly. My dude kept looking around saying, "What's DAT Mommy?" What's DAT Mommy?" Nolan kept repeating every sound he heard. I love observing little minds in action. Especially when the little minds are so dang cute.

You can see why the boys loved the non-butterfly exhibit

A little juice break.

This was their faces during the jungle exhibit. Pure wonder and partial fear.

Posing with the "butterflies."

Dude insists on me taking pictures that tickle his fancy lately. He desperately wanted a picture of this eagle, so there ya go.