I also heard they had a new toddler play zone which really just turned out to be a crowded area in which you could try on penguin costumes and slide down a "polar icecap" wearing said costume. So, anyway, we arrive there and we bring the Baby Bjorns because the girls are vehemently opposed to their (fancy $600 -- DO I SOUND BITTER?!) stroller. Now I know how Holly Madison feels wearing an extra 23 pounds on her chest, and I wasn't even trying to dance.
We arrive and the girls seem intrigued by the giant sea turtle and colorful fish and they're pointing and laughing and having a good ole' time. "Good idea," I tell myself, "you are a swell mom, thinking of fun, age-appropriate, inspiring activities for your children. Kudos to you! Someone should nominate you for mother of the year!" I continue this self-congratulatory conversation with myself for about three minutes. Which is how long it takes the girls to get bored and start whining. Relentlessly.
So, all told, with tickets and parking and such, this outing cost us $85 which turns out to be $28.33 per minute for the time we enjoyed. And the girls got in free. Good thing they aren't three years old yet when the Shedd starts charging admission or I would have had to kick some ass. And by "some ass" I mean my husband's. Doesn't he know a dumb idea when he hears one???
Note to self: If you lived in Chicago for 11 years before having children and didn't feel the need to visit a cultural venue, there is no need for you to expose your 18-month old twins to it.
But my Sunday only got worse after the girls went to sleep. Read all about it. Thank God The Bachelorette is on tonight. I feel like I just lost a tooth and the tooth fairy is on her way. Yippee!