My kind of town, Chicago...

Last night, we decided on an impulse to take the day off and take the train to Chicago. (I haven't worked a full week in ages, so why start now?) The original intent was to go to Shedd Aquarium. But C-man decided this morning that tanks of fish would freak him out today, so we should do the Field Museum instead. Which was fine with me, because I hadn't been there in years. So he put on his Packers jersey (He WAS going to Illinois, after all. Seriously - I had no part in this trash talking, it was all him.), and we hopped on the train. We arrived with no problem and he got to take his first taxi ride ever to the museum.

He was less than thrilled with having to pose by the dinosaur. But it cracked me up endlessly.

We had loads of fun in the hands-on area, creating our own artwork, playing the drums, and excavating our own dinosaurs.

But eventually that all wore off, and we were tired and wanted to go outside. So we left the museum and went out to walk around a bit before our train departed. With his new owl, of course.

We hung out around the lakefront for a bit, watching the airplanes practice for this weekend's air show, before eventually taking the boat over to Navy Pier.

Then we took a cab to the station, took the train back to Milwaukee, and were so tired that we missed our stop and had to call Beerman to come get us to take us back. (At least the station wasn't too far from his work.) HA! Oh well. It happens, I guess. Overall, a pretty fun day with a sleeping kid in the car on the ride home.