Dinosaur Museum, Cross Road Orchards and Children's Museum-
The entire Grand Valley is apparently a dino graveyard and there's a nifty museum that Joachim was a bit young for. The robotic dinosaurs were almost too much for him, especially the one that "spit" water at standersby. Below some of our boys are waiting to be "spit" on.

There was sort of a digging pit that Anna really dug, (he he he). It was made entirely of crushed walnut hulls, a very interesting texture quite unlike sand.



At the history museum there was an old train and as far as extinct goes, they had the largest collection of old and rotting tractors I've ever seen. As Corey put it, "I assume to climb on and play with."

Good ole Trist crankin' the engine.

And Joachim not far behind.

Another of our outtings was to the Children's Museum, a neat little hands on, crafty, dress-up, experiment, takes things apart and play pretend place.
All of these neat things to do and my son spent the entire time in the "space shuttle". It was difficult for me as a parent to not try to coerce, bribe or even threaten him into trying something else. In my effort to encourage him to try different things it's difficult for me to let him choose his own activities. I suppose there's a balance, but it's not a matter of me finding it I already know I'm too pushy.

Here Joachim is sitting in the cockpit of the space shuttle under an irritating blacklight, thoroughly enjoying himself. I couldn't even coax him out with the excitement of playing with Tristen who was trying on every costume, delivering long narrations and asking to be fully documented.
