We’ve been home 6 months and have yet to take the boy up to Seattle. We live 30 minutes south. The weather around here has been yucky and Pike’s on a yucky day is just that: Yucky. I grew up in the northwest and people often ask to look at my feet to see if I do have webbed toes, but I still hate getting wet. Walter the Weather Guy said it was supposed to be fairly nice on Saturday and for some reason I trusted him. This time he didn’t wrong me with his overly optimistic forecast. Although it was a gray day it was still nice.
We drove up in the morning and decided that Grossology was only going to run for another month so we better see it. We became obligatory members of the Pacific Science Center and entered through the gate. On the other side were throngs of families also there to sniff armpits and learn about snot. Now a 2 1/2 year old is a little young for the Grossology exhibit. It is best for a 6-14 year old boy. But of course it is an exhibit that wasn’t going to stick around so we had to check it out for ourselves. The smart parents would have gone to Grossology first, but we started at the membership office and went from there.
We saw animatronic Dinosaurs, learned about sea creatures, sat in a giant chair, saw a black widow spider and a tarantula, let the boy run like crazy and made our way to the Tropical Butterfly house. Dumb Elle left her camera in her bag so I didn’t get a single butterfly photo. That was the highlight of the trip. A few hours later we finally got to Grossology. Good lord! That place was packed and we had a little boy that missed his nap. We did a little armpit sniffing took a photo of a giant nose and left. Even I was getting over stimulated.
After we left the science center we took the monorail downtown. Good news! It didn’t crash or catch on fire! From Westlake we
walked down to Pike’s
and strolled around for a bit. And by stroll I meant the trust husband pushed the stroller while I had death grip on his back. I buried my head and tried to get through the market without anyone touching me. That didn’t work out so well. There is a reason we don’t go to the Market during tourist season. It is 10 times worse than this.
We played tourist in our own city and took photos of all kinds of stuff.