cali, children's museum

While in California we went to the Children's Museum there.  It was way crowded, because it was California's spring break also, but it was still fun.  

Shelley's car is big enough to fit all of us.  With her three in the middle seat and my two in the back seat, it was anything but a quiet ride, but it was nice to be able to drive all together.

 At the museum they had an Indiana Jones exhibit, which Easton loved, and outside in a little courtyard they had a huge bubble exhibit and then an awesome bubble magic show.  

 The kids got to meet Bob the Builder.

 After we were leaving, standing next to the bubble poster.

While at the museum, we were in the dinosaur section and the worst thing happened.  Easton got lost.  I thought he was right behind me, and with 5 kids 7 and under, and just me and my sister, it got crazy.  I noticed he was not by us, and the dinosaur section is not that big, so I started walking around looking for him.  I circled the dino section twice and started to panic.  A dad came up to me and said, "Are you looking for a little boy in an orange shirt?"  I said, "Yes!!"  He said, "We saw him crying and took him to a worker and they took him to the front of the museum."  I. felt. horrible.  The whole thing was probably not more than 5 minutes, but it felt SO much longer.

At least I knew he was safe, in the safety of the staff, at the front office, rather than all the horrible things running through my mind...  So I went to the front of the museum and he was standing in the office crying.  I just went up and hugged him and kept saying, "I am so sorry!"  worst feeling.  He stuck to me like glue after that and still now, a month later, won't let go of my hand in public.  I have scarred my child for life.