The Treasure Coast
Our last day down on the east shore of Florida was spent cramming in last minute activities before hitting the road.
We spent the morning hitting up the much anticipated childrens museum. This was Will’s first official museum visit so we had no idea what to expect or have any standards to compare it to…if I had to judge the facility based on giant metal sculptures in the front entrance it would get an A….that dragon is awesome, no?! If only you could squeeze it into a nursery
Basically – if kid’s museums were trendy fabrics…this one is ombre ikat in a chevron print.
We LOVED it. And when I say ”we” I mean “ME”….and Will liked it too…but not OCD-museum-obsession like me.
The little market reminded me of our neighborhood fruit stand. Will knew exactly what to do. And he bought three and a half dozen eggs. I don’t know why but the kid is completely into eggs. It started with his first words and has continued to the point that I actually have to save the egg section at the grocery store till the very end as collateral for good supermarket behavior
Then we moved on to the garage. Will’s other favorite place filled with a toddler sized car that needed fixin’.
I was his little assistant. I brought him the coolant and oil. He explained to me the mechanics involved…since I thought those two things were sexy massage ingredients.
Jeremy liked the “mountain bike”. of course. Whenever you peddled the bike, the skeleton copied you on the bike behind the glass box.
There was also a building area where you had to fit all these notched boards together. Will worked on it really hard but wasn’t so great at it. So he decided that ‘crash it’ was a better game.
I’ll never let go
I loved the vet area. I wanted to be a physician when I was in highschool and college (um before I realized that you basically don’t have a life till you pay off your student loans and then you live, eat and breathe saving-people’s-lives)…so I kinda took over…
You thought I was kidding…
The coolest part of the museum was the gigantic ship that lived inside.
There was a pulley system that you could hoist balls up to the upper deck….on the upper deck there were canons. You can imagine how much fun it was to shoot plastic balls at passerbyers. and daddies. Will would shoot it, hit him (not really but Jer acted like he took a musketball to the shin), and Will would laugh then rush to ask “OKAY?! Daddy OKAY?!” Adorable.
Will had different expectations for the fire truck experience…aka…not sharing the steering wheel with a couple of twins
I love his hair in this photo. Looks like a toupee. a bad one
By time we were done with the museum it was lunchtime and we hit this little breakfast-served-all-day joint. Really really good omelets.
And while we ate, we decided that one last beach visit was in order…you know…because you never know when zombies are gonna take over and the beach becomes unsafe.
Will was ‘hugging’ Silas…totally normal behavior.
All in all, the last day was one of the funnest…just simply because we knew that it was coming to an end and we squeezed in a ton of stuff. After showering off the sand, we threw on some dry clothes while in the car and headed home.
This was probably our most successful drive home to date…it usually takes about 9 hours…not counting stops or baby-breaks…and we did it in a little over eight and a half. PLUS, we took only one dinner break and one gas stop. Will was a champ. It helped that we let him run wild at Chickfila while we ate. And we literally were never more grateful for such a sweet little boy because let’s face it – on road trips…the toddler holds the power
For more on this trip, check out these posts: