Not quite Einstein (yet)

Since returning from our family vacation, I've had a serious case of cabin fever. Not entirely surprising, given that I went from picturesque ocean views and soaring mountains to my weedy backyard. The change of scenery was a shock.

Encouraged by Tom's worried expression (you know the one that husbands give their wives when they are thinking "Yeesh, my Ivy-league educated wife keeps sticking her tongue out at the baby. Is this the woman I married?"), BB and I sought an outing. When we logged our millionth mile in the Mount Pleasant cemetery this morning, said outing had to involve more car than stroller. And so Don Mills beckoned.

Armed with our new Ontario Science Centre membership, I loaded the stroller, diaper bag, car seat, purse, water bottle, baby blanket, Sophie teething toy, the babe and my ample behind into our CRV. By the time we reached the mecca of biomechanics, my previously cranky daughter was asleep. Sound asleep.

Fortunately, she stirred herself into consciousness just as we pulled into the KidSpark fun zone (as if anyone could sleep through the cacophony that was the bedlam of lights, sirens, and  screaming 4-year olds at the water splash table). We hit the toddler play area and did as much as one could with a baby who can neither sit nor stand independently. Then we wandered around and even took in the fancy Mars exhibit.

After whimpering for a short while, BB conked out. She's been asleep for more than an hour, despite numerous stroller/car seat/car /crib location changes. It was all just too much for her.

Although my mother thinks that BB is "very intelligent", it's hard to say if science is going to be her thing. I guess I'll have to give her a little time before declaring her the next Einstein. For now, we'll focus on cementing the difference between nighttime and day.