Last week, Eve and I were in the Twin Cities for an appointment with her ophthalmologist. I had the brilliant idea that after her doctor’s visit, we would visit the Minnesota Children’s Museum in St. Paul, as it’s a short drive from the clinic.
Not. So. Brilliant.
Don’t get me wrong. The museum is amazing, regularly touted as one of the top children’s museums in the country. Eve, who’s not quite 2, had a great time playing with the water exhibits and “digging” for dinosaur fossils. Her favorite thing was, oddly, the city bus display. The bus doesn’t go anywhere or do anything, but she LOVED sitting in the bus seat. I finally had to convince her we would go for a ride in “Mommy’s bus” to get her to leave.
But the museum is so amazing, that there were at least eight different fieldtrip groups there that Friday morning. And hundreds of other screaming kids. Eve got knocked down a few times. The lifelike dinosaurs scared her. And it was quite difficult to maneuver her stroller around the exhibits. I was exhausted by the time we left, after only an hour and a half. Eve quickly fell asleep in her car seat (in my Chevy Malibu “bus”).
I realized Fargo, and its children’s museum, are far more our speed.
On Sunday, we met a friend at the Children’s Museum at Yunker Farm. We could have spent hours there, playing with farm animal puppets and plastic food, drawing with colored pencils, dressing up and banging on musical instruments. There may not be roaring dinosaurs or a paper factory or even a city bus, but there was plenty to engage her imagination and senses … with far fewer screaming kids.
We’ll go back to the Minnesota Children’s Museum … in another year or so, sans stroller, and hopefully on a less busy day. In the meantime, we’re getting a family membership to Yunker Farm.