Rental Grandparentals

We went to the Aquarium in Baltimore on Saturday. Apparently I didn't pay attention when you warned me that strollers weren't allowed in the building (I probably wasn't paying attention because I was too busy thinking "Yeah, RIGHT. Like I'm going to take my three children on a daytrip to BALTIMORE any time soon. Do you think I'm an eeeediot?") (Or maybe you didn't warn me, in which case WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?), and I nearly died when we approached the door and were told the stroller check was to the right.

Luckily, Bump's uncle and aunt were with us. This whole outing was their idea, so I didn't feel too bad burdening them with a child or a diaper bag or both. Grandchildren are a long way off for Bump's aunt and uncle (their boys are 20 and 22) but they are both jonesing HARD for babies. So they get their grandparent-wannabe fix from our children, our children get daytrips they wouldn't otherwise get, and everybody wins (except Bump and me, who got a touch of some stomach bug while we were there).

Yes, we fed these ducks, because I don't learn from experience. At least these ducks didn't follow us around for the rest of the day.

It was a lovely day - ducks and diarrhea aside - and while I was a little embarrassed by my kids asking for Nemo and Dory instead of the clownfish and blue tang, the Aquarium staff must be used to that by now, right? Besides, I instantly felt better when I heard an older child ask if Spongebob was down there.