Thank God for Bubbles

The boss and I went to the Children's Museum for the first time today. They have an under-three program on Monday mornings that includes a story-hour, a sing-along, and no mean big kids anywhere to be found. We sat around a mini-parachute on the floor while participating in the sing-along with a lot of other toddlers and their care-givers (mostly mommies, evidently). Most of the kids, like Annalee, were on the shy side in the face of somewhat massive overstimulation, but the environment managed to be happy, and so did she. After the parachute was lifted and lowered to the rhythm (or almost) of a song, it was folded up and put away, which most of the moms took as a sign that the musical portion of the morning was complete. Those relative few of us who stayed, though, were present for a couple of more sing-along songs to the accompaniment of a high-production bubble machine. I cannot swear that Annalee ever saw bubbles before; certainly, she had never seen so many in one place. She chased some, watched others, and took in the music on an easier basis. Thank God for bubbles.