Our Chicago Adventure - Part 2

On Saturday, our plan was to visit the Field Museum to see Sue the T. Rex.

(Before our trip, I asked you if you would be afraid of the dinosaur. Your reply was, "Mom, it's not a real dinosaur. It's just the bones. Dinosaurs are dead." Thanks, little palaeontologist...)

When we woke up, Chicago had a light blanket of snow covering the streets. Luckily, it was about two to four inches instead of the six to eight that was predicted -- but it was still C O L D. And windy. And COOOOOOOOOOOLD.

Grandma called from the hotel - she wasn't feeling well. (Came down with a case of intestinal unpleasantness.) So that left Uncle Paul and me to herd Ellie (12), Morgan (8), Lindsey, and you (both 4-1/2) to and through the museum. Uncle Paul decided that he should take Grandma some medicine, so he volunteered me to walk you girls to the hotel and meet him there.

Awesome.

So we bundled up, buddied up, and started walking.

Now, you REALLY don't like wind 0 so as soon as I opened the door to the outside, you started yelling, "I want to go back in!!!" Being the sensitive, loving, gentle mother that I am, I picked you up and hauled you outside. In the eight or so block walk to the hotel, you and Lindsey yelled, "This is the worst day EVER!" no less than 3,000 times. But we made it, delivered love and medicine to Grandma, then grabbed a cab to take us the rest of the way.

Did we have a great time? I'll let the photos tell the story...

Hamming it up with Sue for Aunt Vicki...

Elephants! No one told us there would be elephants. HOORAY!

(No wonder we call her Peanut - she's the size of one compared to them.)

More hamming it up... and Eleanore getting annoyed with Aunt Vicki's requests to "Look like it's chasing you!"

Now the Triceratops... it's chasing you, too!

After all the fun at the museum - and lunch too - we returned to Uncle Paul's for nap time. After nap, we ventured out again in the cold - this time for swimming at Grandma and Grandpa's hotel.(Luckily, Grandma was feeling better.)

Then, I cooked my famous Parmesan Chicken for all nine of us -- and Morgan declared, "That when everyone is done, they will cry that there is no more of this wonderful chicken left!" We ate cookies and brownies and crawled off to bed... with plans for American Girl Place awaiting us on Sunday...

Stay tuned for Part 3 of our Chicago Adventure!