Big Sister and Cousin G have arrived! For the next few days it's going to be Art Camp -- culminating in an art show on Tuesday afternoon before they fly out -- showcasing all of their work.
Today the project was felting. The Girl made a sleeping fox. The Boy started a zombie baby and Cousin G started a zombie duck, but both turned their attention to making "Science of the Sea Museum" badges and pirate eye-patches... and then scampered off to discuss their plans for said Science of the Sea Museum which they are planning on bringing to fruition "in ten or eleven years."
I was a titch concerned that The Boy had abandoned the felting "class" rather early, but as Big Sister pointed out, the boys are having fun playing together (they were born less than two months apart, but sadly live almost three thousands miles apart), and she had fun having one-on-one with The Girl (who idolizes her aunt's creativity and mad art skills).
After felting we went the Museum of Natural History and wandered around. Spur of the moment we decided to go into the Big Bang presentation and I kept going off about how we never do it because it's "too startling." Boy did I make it an anti-climatic experience for everybody. The big bang was more like a ffffffffffttt. It dawned on me that it was startling only because my kids were like five and three the last time we did it. Must make a mental note to not hold on to any opinions that might have been formed too early.
While walking down the cosmic ramp after the presentation the boys got ahead of us and then stopped to wait. Judd the Red Chicken leaned his back and bent elbows on the handrail and slouched.
"What? Are you like the tough guy of the cosmic ramp?" Me
"[Cousin G] did that one time by the car and when I asked him what he was doing he answered, 'loitering.'" Big Sister
We decided that "Loitering on the Cosmic Ramp" would make a brilliant title for something... Sadly this blog post might be as far as it gets -- big bang vs. ffffffffttt.
