Heavenly Iguana

Sometimes life gets away from me.  It's kind of like I've gone fishing and instead of catching the five pound trout I meant to, I've got a two-hundred pound halibut on the line.  I'm just doing everything I can to lean back and hold on.  Maybe someday I'll get it all together and get me a plan of how to reel the dang halibut in. 

There, now that you understand, I'm sure you'll excuse me for not writing for the past few days.

So my house is all a-buzz and a-jitter with Grandma and Grandpa in town.  They came for a surprise visit which caused the five and under crowd to just about lose their brains with joy.  They brought the Cadbury mini-eggs for spouse-who-doesn't-mind-him-some-sugar too, so pretty much the happy-meter in our home was completely blown out.

Well, and on top of that we went to a museum called The Customs House about a half-hour away from our home.  It sounds dry and boring enough right?  Before we went I called to get the hours of the museum and they let me know a good portion of the place was under renovation, including the kids' hall.  I would have axed the whole thing if only there was something else to do here.  But there's not.  Sooooooo, boringsville it was.

But then we walked in and the museum shop lady pulled the kids aside and said, "Do you want to see our museum mascot?"  And holy tarnation, they had a real, live, touchable iguana who looked like he was long lost in that day's yoga exercise.  He was zen.  And an iguana in zen is so darned easy to pet and prod and love and then do it all over again.  Captain Kindergarten was in iguana heaven.  The Customs House satisfied before we even made it to the train exhibit. 

Maybe I'm living right after all.