The Airport

I was a bit slow getting unpacked from my quick jaunt to Philly, and left my suitcase for Myrna to find. It was all for the best, since she has been entertained for two days straight, "going to the airport." She packs the bag, wheels it around, and announces where the airport is, so we can join her. Most importantly, she looks just about as ridiculous as we do, when all three of us go to the airport.

Going Postal at the Postal Mueseum

Last weekend we checked out the Post Museum. The key attraction is that on weekends they open up the kids area (normally only open for school groups during the week). Myrna first worked on a postcard. She's really into painting right now, so she had a blast.

Then it was on to the mail room. If we knew she was so good at filling out customs forms, we would have been sending gifts to the US ages ago.

The kids room closed an hour before the rest of the museum, and seeing as Chris and I hadn't seen any of the exhibitions, we were ready to explore. As we get done with the last one, Myrna eyes the back entrance to the museum cafe, and immediately has it in her mind that we are going to go get a juice. Chris and I had already had a great coffee date while Myrna napped before the musuem, but I was feeling a little indulgent, and let Myrna pull us in to get a "juice." Imagine our surprise, when we find out that the museum cafe has one of the best Belgian beer selections in town, thanks to an owner who just really likes beer. So, we had a completely unexpected Tripel Karmeliet (on tap) and Myrna excitedly gulped down her pear juice.

Guess we really now do need to think twice before telling Myrna that it's not treat time.

"Funny looking baby"

Myrna really likes to look at photos of babies and kids. This morning we were looking through a very old picasa album from Myrna's first trip to the US, two years ago (about 3 1/2 months old).


The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Do you know who that is?"
Myrna: Blank stare
Me: "It's Isaac's Dad"
Myrna quickly runs over to the refrigerator, takes down the Christmas card from Eric, Christina and Isaac, and returns saying "Isaac's Dad!" and agrees that the picture on the computer is also "Issac's Dad"
Me: "Is that Isaac with him?"
Myrna looks at Christmas card, looks at screen.
Myrna: " "No, that's not baby Isaac... That's funny looking baby"
Me: "Yes Myrna, you were a very funny looking baby"