Note to all parents of new (and not so new babies). 2 year olds, though exhausting, are hilarious and joyful and rough playing. Just be prepared to run, a lot. Prepare as well for a sudden transformation; is it me, or is there very little baby left in this energetic guy? He even gets mad at me when I call him "my baby." Unless he's been hurt, when he prefers to be called "poor baby."
We had a great time this weekend at the Mystic Aquarium, which, sorry to say, kicks the Boston Aquarium's butt. They have a beautiful outdoor setup for a group of beluga whales. If you asked Graham, he would tell you that he liked the pumps (water filtration? we're guessing); the crane (construction); the tunnel; as well as the hot dog, fries, and Coke (!), he had for lunch. So, essentially, the fish weren't the draw for him.
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