Georgia's Day at the Museum

Last week, G-Daddy signed up as parent chaperone for Georgia's class trip to a big museum about natural history. He has generously offered to narrate the following photos.

First she and her classmates put on their official school safety vests.  

 Then everyone headed to the bus stop. Daddy was assigned to watch Georgia and her friend Jemima, a very sweet, quiet girl who made a perfect counter-personality to G.

 Riding the city bus for your school field trip -- now that's urban schooling!

 First they headed to the famous Butterfly Pavilion.  While they waited for their appointed time, they watched  a museum guide get ready to feed a tarantula.  Her material was a bit mature for the crowd, aside from a couple of 8-year-old boys up front who from all the answers they knew to her questions, appeared to be serious bug fanatics.  They instruction lasted too long for us to actually get to see the feeding.   

Then, on to the Butterfly Pavilion, a special room with an air-lock entrance and exit to keep scores of live butterflies inside.  Georgia was not as impressed as Daddy.

 Things improved in the dinosaur hall:

The Ocean Exhibits were also pretty neat.

Here a museum guide tells G and Jemima that the giant whale hanging above her had recently given birth. 

 Lunch was bring your own brown bag, a fun departure from the usual school menu.  G and Daddy had identical lunches: ham sandwiches, cheese sticks, yogurt, grapes, and applesauce.  Here G puts on her best pleading face asking if she has been good enough to get dessert (she had).

Then the obligatory shot in front of the giant elephant . . . 

Before long, we had been all over the place, were tired enough to sit down, and had only a half hour left before our bus ride back.  What to do last?

Go and see the Hope Diamond, of course.  As G told Mommy later, "It was a princess necklace."

And then the official school conclusion to every field trip -- sitting down outside for a snack. 

Happy bus ride back . . .

Editor's note: Upon finishing his narrative, Daddy said "I now have more respect for you" because dealing with blogger and its nuances (margins, fonts, alignment bugs) proved a lot more challenging than he had thought it might :)