I took my kids to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, taking advantage of the Highland Foundation's Free Fun Fridays. I had taken my older two when they were 7 and 5, and being the bizarro kids they are, they loved it. We went again a couple years later, and again--they were thrilled.
So when I found out it was free I jumped at the chance to go. Even though the baby is just 19 months, I was sure I could handle it alone.
I had forgotten how many things were in reach in the Museum, and also, how many paintings of nudes there were. Of course this led to some giggling. I'm ok with that, as long as it's good-natured. But eventually this quickly turned to an embarrassed teenager telling her tween brother to "grow up."
Punkgirl has anxiety, especially in strange places, and sometimes takes it out on everyone she comes in contact with. I tried to quash this, and of course Rose took the opportunity to become a full-fledged "me my mine do it myself!" toddler.
We made it through at least three temper tantrums of epic proportion and two proximity alarms (whereupon I cursed myself for bringing a toddler to a place where they can't touch anything!) when we arrived at a gallery full of European Art. Punkgirl had headphones in at this point, stressed to the max by the little terror dressed in purple and her ear-shattering squeals. In the corner was a woman who saved our entire trip to the Museum. She had large clipboards full of sketch paper, and every sort of pencil created.
Happyboy sketched a European silver service set
I almost hugged the woman. She gave me two minutes straight where Rose wasn't setting alarms off or screeching hysterically, and bonus, Happyboy got to enjoy sketching too!
After that, even Punkgirl enjoyed herself.
And we got to see a giant baby head: