Butterflies

Not the anxiety induced kind. The winged kind.

In an effort to enrich our daughter's life with activities other than watching Blues Clues, working on her jumpshot, or antagonizing the dog we decided to invest in a season pass to Meijer Gardens, a place filled with amazing plant life that also hosts outdoor concerts in the summer, and more importantly has a delightful children's area.

So a few weekends ago they were concluding their butterfly exhibit and we thought Megan, who had seen pictures of butterflies in her books, would enjoy seeing them in real life. I figured they were fairly harmless creatures. I apparently was not viewing this spectacle from the lens of a two-year-old. Nervous. Apprehensive. Annoyed. All those are fitting adjectives to describe how Megan felt about the butterflies.

She walked through the exhibit circling herself like a dog chasing its tail making sure none of them had deigned to land on her person. She eventually had to watch them from the safety of Jillian's lap. Oh well. Culture will come.

Until then ... there's always giant sandboxes at Meijer Gardens to amuse her.

And plastic boats in large bodies of water.

And tea parties with mommy.

And silliness with daddy.

Personally, that was MY favorite part.