Feldman Cubs

Science* is my favorite place to go …
*Denver Museum of Nature and Science.

… and Discovery Zone on the second floor is my favorite place there.

Little sis likes it too.

She likes to get plopped in the ‘tologist zone and dig for dinos.

I like to stick out my tongue when I concentrate now.

It’s my new thing.

My second-favorite place in Science is Outer Space. I’m making craters here …

… and I will dock this spaceship one of these days.

Zoe’s twenty-third word is “Rhamphorhynchus,”* so we^† headed off to Science^‡ to see some dino bones.

*Not true.
^†Dad, cubs, and Haley, who shot all these photos and very briefly considered sharing my popsicle before declining politely.
^‡Denver Museum of Nature and Science.

Yes, yes, I have checked in with Mission Control.

This interactive experience could have been a little less frustrating.

Even so, we put forth a reasonable effort in docking the shuttle.

Earth is, as I told dad today, not far from us.

Zoe really, really likes the Discovery Zone.

I really, really like the piano they have there.

Little sis is cute.

C’mon, croc! This platypus is not going to attack itself.

I like to write my own name on my art these days.*

*It’s the thought that counts.

This is just awesome.

Strut strut strut.

Zoe ate lunch with a minimum of two forks today.

Dad marveled at my hands-on eating technique.

Ayep.

CRUST!

Zoe taught dad the correct way to use a fork as a rake.

You probably have never seen my sleep-eating technique before.

It works.

Morning!

Grandma Marianne made me this headband.

Morning!

Dad got me a popsicle and was smart enough (this week) not to take a bite and drive me completely insane.

It tastes …

… pink!

Zoe has not yet taught dad the correct way to eat a popsicle.

The other people in the cafeteria felt bad for him.

At one point, he had to ask for help.

I pretended I didn’t know him.

Dad says his strong legs, trim waist, and Zoe-assisted impressive height make this photo a keeper.*

*Dad has none of these things in real life.

This was right before dad could feel Zoe peeing on his neck.

Ayep.

This was on the way home, right after I said “I’m not tired!”

Dad makes the fanciest quesadillas you’ve ever seen. Sure, they have cheese and tortillas, but he also uses a special third ingredient:

OLIVES!

Oh, yes. They’re good.

Srsly.

You know they’re good because Zoe even puts them in her toes.

See?

Here–try this one. She prepared it just for you.

I have been studying dance for long enough that it was time to put on a performance.

(The pros all use these squares to mark their spots.)

What’s that?

You think I’m rather good?

Oh my! Why thank you!

See my ankle here?

Your ankle can’t do that.

I think Zoe’s ankles can …

… but she was busy putt-putting around the rec center, making friends and holding a piece of cereal in each hand.

I need to keep my hands free for performing.

I am all about the dance.

You can tell …

… that my dedication has paid off, no?

Why …

… thanks again!

I am trying to be a flamingo here.

Miss Elizabeth asked me to remind her how it’s really done.

Boom!

Thanks for stopping by. See you next time for figure skating!