when I see you smile

We could not have asked for more perfect weather in which to cruise down Lake Shore Drive staring at the sights, the familiar landmarks, the hordes of people jogging, biking, sailing, exploring. Saturday was museum day for all of us Sabourins, except poor Priscilla whose up and down fever kept her home with grandma and grandpa (where she was lovingly coddled and doted on). Mary had her first big alone adventure with her godparents, the Lamberts, at the Kohls Children's museum and Troy, Ben, Elijah, my sister-in-law, Carrie, and I headed to the Museum of Science and Industry. It was crowded, of course, which necessitated plenty of "Stay with us!" reminders but other than that, all went smoothly - except for that time when one of our boys (can you guess who from the pictures?), who had brought along some saved up birthday money, bought a souvenir in the gift shop causing his penniless brother no small amount of agony.   True to his nature, however, my little trooper got the envy all of out his system relatively quickly and was able to fully enjoy the many hands on, climb on, way cool  displays and activities the museum had to offer. It was a joy for me to watch them ooh and awe at some of the same exhibits I liked as a child. It made me smile to see them smile. And yes, in case you were wondering, you are listening to a cover of the song made famous by the 80's band, Whitesnake. Does it make anyone else besides me nostalgic?