I remember this milk bottle from my childhood. On very special occasions (maybe twice), I went to the Boston Children’s Museum. I have fleeting images and memories of my times in this magical place . . . but they have been added to over the years.
Andrew and I went into Boston on our second date and we went to the Boston Children’s Museum! Look at us, we were kids ourselves!
It was a joy to bring Colton to one of our favorite Boston experiences. We have brought numerous foster kids here, so fun to stamp our little guys’ hand . . .
Mostly he ran from place to place in utter excitement (with two parents in tow running after him)
Here he is running around the Japanese house. This is where I learned about how people lived in Japan. I distinctly remember removing my shoes at this house when I was little.
Cole’s favorite part of the museum was the construction area. He loved these tunnels (here we are both saying “Papa.”
Of course he LOVED the “tractor” . . . .
He is a little sponge these days . . .
May we keep pouring out all the good stuff!
It was a great day . . .