I’m not sure what day it is anymore, thanks to a sick 2 year old, but I’m pretty sure it’s not Sunday. That’s when we went to the National Postal Museum, and it seems like weeks ago. Since then, I’ve changed Zana’s sheets at least 3 times, spent a couple of sleepless nights, and made it to work (physically, but definitely not mentally) once or twice.
In celebration of things getting back to “normal” around here, let’s revisit our last normal day: Sunday Funday!
We started at our favorite coffee shop, only this time we brought friends. That means there were six people in the coffee shop basement instead of the usual four– packed house! They had so much fun, they’re going to make it a weekly thing too. Trust me people, I don’t lie about awesomeness.
We enjoyed our lattes and planned our walk past Union Station to the Postal Museum, another favorite of ours that’s never busy.
I love it because it’s small enough that I (usually) don’t lose my kids, but big enough for them to wear themselves out.
- airmail planes hanging from the ceiling
- a railway car used to transport mail (the old toilet in the corner of the car is a big hit in our family)
- a tractor trailer cab (it’s meant for kids, but since it’s Dave’s dream to be a trucker, he usually monopolizes that exhibit)
- the “spooky forest” that leads to a stage coach where you can pretend you’re in the Pony Express
- the newest exhibit called “Systems at Work.” It takes you through what happens when you drop a letter in the mailbox (the kids couldn’t get enough mail sorting)
Emily Paterson says
The security guards there are no joke! In one visit they yelled at me for letting my toddler hold a plastic fork, took away a broom that Ollie was playing with in the bathroom and made him cry (he was just sweeping!), and left us in a stuck elevator for five minutes.
Poor Ollie! I don’t know that we’ve ever been in there and not been yelled at. We go there a lot so the ridiculous security has just become a comical part of the experience.