We took three of our grandsons to the Children’s Museum in Indianapolis Friday. We started early in the morning by taking them out to Steak and Shake to eat since the food in the museum is so expensive. Then we drove clear to the top of the parking garage which was packed and parked our car. It’s been a few years since we took one of our grandsons to the museum and it had changed a lot.
Dinosaurs at the windows. Oh, my.
The Bat mobile was of special interest. The boys kept saying they wish they could drive it. Not sure that would be a good idea!
There was an exhibit of replicas of Chinese statues that were found some years ago. The real statues were life size and so were the replicas. They also had some you could put together as a puzzle. The boys enjoyed this exhibit. I could have stayed there a little longer and read more about them, but with three boys it’s go, go, go.
Someone had placed sun glasses on this one.
What I love about the museum is that it is truly kid friendly and children can climb on most of the exhibits. As you can see, our grandson thought this was fun.
Is there a resemblance here?
There was a Hot Wheels exhibit and cars to climb in.
Handsome lad. “Grandma,” he asked me. “Do you think I am handsome because I have red hair?” “I just think you are handsome,” I replied. All my grandsons are handsome, but I am not at all prejudiced. And I do love red hair.
Dressing up was part of the fun.
From race car driver to king in one day.
There was merry-go-round riding.
David got to be a kid again. I was taking pictures and then a woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was in line for the ride. I looked behind me and there was a long line of people. Oops. “Just watching.” I said.
More race cars to climb in.
There is a magnificent Chihuly chandelier hanging right in the middle of the museum. The last time we were here they were just putting it together.
Leftover pieces were put in the floor.
Me standing on Chihuly!
On the floor below this there was a rotating couch people could sit on and look up and see the beautiful colors.
Looking up at Chihuly.
This is what you saw from below. I was entranced by this.
An exhibit about Anne Frank where I would have liked to spend more time, but boys. Go, go, go. This picture of Anne was made up of hundreds of photos of people. Her story still saddens me.
There was a maze where, really, I was afraid I would never get out of. I kept the boys in my sight at all times. They knew where they were going.
There was an exhibit and show about the space capsule that Gus Grissom, the second man in space, flew in.. The capsule was lost at sea for thirty-eight years. Thankfully, they were able to save Mr. Grissom, but he later died in a fire in a space capsule. It was very interesting, and the fact I remember when this happened made it even more interesting to me. I was twelve years old at the time and space travel was new and exciting.
There was a train exhibit.
Pretending to buy and sell train tickets. David and I are going on a train trip this year. Can’t wait.
Okay, I hate my picture being taken, but David stalked me and got one that doesn’t make me look too horrible. I won’t delete this one, David. Ha. And who is that woman photo bombing me? And why do I look so contemplative?
So I took another picture of my sweetie. So, is this sign describing the bear or David? Hmmmmm.
The boys got all excited about Spiderman and tried to point him out to me. I could not see him and they kept saying, “There, Grandma!” Finally saw him and took his picture. There was so much more we saw and a lot we didn’t get to see. I would go back again.
It was a fun day. We stopped at the gift shop and let the boys buy some things and then the museum was closed and we left. When we got back to the car, there were very few cars in the parking garage and the upper deck was empty except for our car.
Driving to the restaurant to eat that afternoon we saw this.
It had been raining all day and the sun was coming out again.
A perfect ending to a perfect day. Hope the boys had as much fun as David and I did.
Here’s to Grandboys and museums. Bye.