Children's Museum

Time, does indeed, fly. I remember taking Lizzy to this children's museum when she was a little baby. I loved watching her crawl around the baby area, and got so excited when she would discover the littlest thing. I remember when Peter was a baby, and we'd come with friends. I'd try to keep Lizzy in her chair for five seconds so we could eat our lunch before she would want to run off excitedly to explore. Now Lizzy and Peter are so big, it's amazing. They can do so much. I feel wistful when I think of them as babies, but I feel excited and in awe when I see how big they are, how capable, all that they can do. Peter worked so hard to make this giraffe hat. He insisted on doing most of the work himself, even doing much of the cutting and gluing all by himself. I could have stared at his serious little face forever as I watched him at the sand table, carefully pouring sand into little bottles. He can be such an intense worker, really concentrating and very busy. I couldn't believe Lizzy was big enough to make the corn husk doll now. That always seemed like something "really big girls" did, and now here's Lizzy, so proud of herself, running around with her very own doll. They are getting very big, and that always causes a little pang of.........regret? sadness? bittersweet? I'm not sure quite the emotion, but I do know it also makes me intensely proud to see all that they are capable of, to feel their energy and excitement, to chase after them in their frenzy of doing. That's a pretty intoxicating feeling as well.