Sam and the Giant

It's -1 deg F at 9:26 PM Sunday night--so we didn't spend any more time outdoors than necessary. (We did our best to relate to Sam that it was minus 15 in Uncle Paul and Aunt Ruth's world this last week, during the day even!)

Appropriate to the weather we read a children's book about the Junior Iditarod race. Very exciting book based on a real boy and his dogs.

It was a quiet weekend. Susan and Sam and a friend, Lexy, made and painted a large number of salt-dough Valentine's Day ornaments.

Sam and I also made a trip to the Play Museum for the first time in eons. There's a new area devoted to video games, which has the above yellow Pokemon (?) statue.

Sam is shown here with a giant. It's controlled with levers and has a microphone which changes a child's voice into a rumbly giant's.

I remember clearly the first time Susan took Sam to the Play Museum, she said he hid behind her legs. I wonder if he's twice the height he was then. Now when we visit the PM, he ranges about, viewing the old exhibits as if flipping through a yearbook. Though he did spend a fair amount of time in one area (the Berenstain Bear exhibit), which is still entertaining.

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Sam was walking gingerly, because he has a big bruise on his shin which his boots aggravate. Today's quote-of-the-day: "I didn't know bruises hurt!"