That day we took the kids to the Art Museum.

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Man.  I am not sure what is up with my writers block.  Of course I am my own biggest critic and maybe I guess I have a hard time deciding what is special enough to write about.   But it turns out that basically everything is.  So… let me tell you about

that day we took the kids to the Art Museum.

I was literally shocked when out of the blue yesterday morning Matt said, “let’s take the kids to the art museum.”  Once I picked my jaw up off the floor I had to ask him if he knew our kids.  The bulls.  How would they do in that china shop?  But, I didn’t.  I was intrigued.  Why the Art Museum?

It turns out that Matt’s parents took him there often as a kid and while he didn’t really appreciate it back then it has become a very solid memory for him as an adult.   He wanted to expose our rugrats to the world of Art.  It’s true.  Abby want’s to be an artist.  Why not go take in some Picasso!?!   Consider me down.

So, we got ready and headed out.   We have all been feeling a little under the weather with the seasonal change but we made it out the door almost quicker than normal. A short 30 minutes later we found some parking and piled out.  I forgot how beautiful Forest Park was.  Saint Louis is so beautiful in the Fall!

The day was overcast and it was a touch brisk.  Young men flying planes over the lawn while their dogs chased them.  A couple of dudes had drones.  Crazy to see them up close.  We soaked it all in and then went inside.

As the greeter welcomed us Abby was zoned out until she heard the word Scavenger Hunt.  So, as the most competitive child alive, she put on her game face and mapped out her course.  We went downstairs.  And PAUSE.  We see food.  Everyone is suddenly dying of hunger.  Something fierce that only a $6 cupcake could solve. By the time we got to the counter we had ordered up a smorgasbord to the tune of $50.   My only regret of the day was that I passed up the Bloody Marys.  Little did I know that just one would have taken the edge of the rest of the day with Jake.

Yes, Jake.  As we wiped our faces and started out I could see the sugar racing through his veins.  We are in trouble.

But we survived.  We walked around and I actually really appreciated the art as an adult.  I guess that it fit into my new love of artistry, photography and creativity.  After being trapped in my right brain for 33 years… it’s very refreshing.   I want to go back soon.  Just without kids.  And with the Bloody Mary.

Abby found all six items.  Jake crashed by 3pm.  We had a nice quiet drive home.  And on the way home Matt said “sorry, I should have known better.” And I just laughed.  It was fun.  I mean no matter where we took them we would have had to handcuff ourselves to Jake and listen to Abby boss us around all day.  Might as well do it next some Picasso.