One big difference we noticed was that two years ago, John and I had to guide Tiz around and really show her how to use the different activities while this time around, she was our tour guide and showed us just where we should go and what we should do when we got there.
Here we are ready to leave for our adventure. We took a picture in the same spot two years ago as we were ready to leave on that outing.
Tiz and I sat in the big lady reading chair just like we did on our first visit.
Tizita enjoyed her time in the Da Vinci Art Studio where kids can use all kinds of art materials to create many masterpieces. Tizita painted about a dozen pictures, made a glitter picture, and created some silly putty. Tiz would have spent the majority of her day right here in this area, but we had to move on to bigger and better things.
She stopped to check out the water area, but didn't spend much time there. As I recall, on our last visit, she really liked this area, although the raincoats were much too big for her at that time.
She drove the firetruck again.
And we finished our visit with Tiz piloting our plane to Ethiopia. I don't think we even saw the airplane on our last visit and if we did, it was not memorable. There was a boy, who was about 11 or so, in the other pilot seat in the cockpit. The screen in front of her was broken, but she was watching the screen in front of the boy. When it was time for Tiz to move on and let another waiting child fly, I told her we had landed safely in Ethiopia and it was time to go. The boy next to her said, "Her stuff is broken, I was flying the plane!" Luckily that went right over Tiz's head so she didn't feel sad about it, but rude comments like that were evident all over the museum that day. I wanted to say to him, "Dude, this is a fake plane in case you didn't notice and no one is flying it anywhere!"
It started with a boy taking all her groceries in the Kwik Trip, a girl pulled her out of the seat in the firetruck, and no one would share a truck with her in the construction area. Tiz does normally not allow people to push her around, but what could she do. And there was not a parent in sight to help these obnoxious children learn some manners and proper behavior in social situations.
I see this trend in Preschool, too. Over my 25 years of teaching, I have watched a tranformation in students' behavior. Parents are too afraid to be parents, I think!
Despite the rude behavior, we did have a wonderful day.
After the museum, we brought Tizita home to Watertown for a sleepover.
Details of that exciting night will follow in a post in a few days.
Please take a minute to check out the link below and see the museum trip from two year ago:
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