It was two days after surgery and we still had a couple more days until we could fly out. I was bound and determined to give the boys a little bit of fun during this trip to make it a vacation for them….in a roundabout way.
One of my co-workers had clued me in to the St Louis City Museum.
It was exactly as it was described to me: a wild fun house that was awesome for kids AND adults.
The design was beautiful and bizarre. I kept looking around for David Bowie in a codpiece. Yes, I was looking around hopefully.
There was an aquarium inside the museum (yes, it’s THAT BIG) that had sharks and other sealife. Peter spent most of his time in the hospital watching Shark Week on Discovery so, he was absolutely entranced by the shark tank.
And then there was the most evil looking otter I have ever seen. He was kicking his cute widdle paws at the glass and biting at it with his cute widdle mouth….because he clearly wanted to give us all love and chew our faces off.
It was an absolutely amazing place. Floor upon floor of wonders. But, the boys were still recovering and pooped out fast.
So, we unfortunately didn’t get to stay very long, but it was worth it. After the museum, we drove around town while the boys napped in the car.
The historical music geek in me was real sad we couldn’t stay and go in. But, the boys were just exhausted by this point.
This was as close as we could get to the Arch. As you can see, there was tons of construction. There were signs proclaiming the arch was still open, but I think they were meant as satire. I mean, I never actually found where to go to get to it and my GPS was kind of a jerk. It kept taking me in circles and once I was out of downtown, it kept suggesting I go to and through Ferguson. Uh, no thanks…