Although dramatic weather events disrupted our weekend, it was actually very nice both before and after all the chaos.

On Saturday morning, we went to the Museum of Natural History to see dinosaurs.

I’d say it was a hit.

Saturday night during Noah’s bath, we talked about all the things Noah saw, including Eagle! Owl! Bear! Duck! (Geese) Tiger! (Bobcat) and lots and lots and lots of dinosaurs. And “so many” people.

Strangely enough, Noah didn’t think to mention this activity, which we spent more time on than anything else except for looking at dinosaurs:

Noah had so much fun that he didn’t want to leave. A fact that he made abundantly clear to anyone in a half mile radius. Lucky us.

You already know about Saturday afternoon, so I’ll skip ahead to Sunday morning.

Those of you who are moderately observant Christians doubtlessly know this, but for the benefit of others, today is Palm Sunday.

Our church, along with the Catholic church around the block and the Methodist church 2 blocks down, do a Palm Sunday Procession together, where we walk from the courtyard (and breakfast) at our church, around the two blocks, stopping for music and prayer at each of the other churches.

Incidentally, at breakfast you’re supposed to introduce yourself to at least one person from a different church. I met a very nice Catholic attorney originally from Lake Mills, Wisconsin.

Noah lost interest in the palm fronds before the procession began, but he did a great job keeping pace with the walkers and enjoying the music…for about 3/4 of the distance. Then he lost it and required me to “carry you!” back to our church.

Fortunately, he recovered for Sunday School, where he had a wonderful time tearing it up on the playground. Did I mention that the weather was absolutely perfect? 60 or 65 degrees & sunny.

After Sunday School, Noah did fabulously until we got to the parking deck elevator, which we entered with another family that included 2 little girls, ages ~3 & 4.

Just before the elevator reached the parking lot level, Noah grabbed my leg and ardently declared, “Mommy! I need you!”

And I died from the adorable deliciousness.

It lasted all the way to the car.

In the car, Noah vigorously resisted getting into his car seat. I indulged him for awhile, maybe 5 minutes, and then offered him my customary choice: Are you going to climb in your car seat, or is Mommy going to put you there? Noah ignored me, and when I repeated the offer, he declined both options. “No, Mommy! No.No.No.No.”

So I manhandled him into the carseat. Amid much sobbing and shrieking.

No sooner had I buckled my own seatbelt than Noah shook his finger at me, still sobbing, and declared, “Mommy! That was very naughty!”

I want you all to know that I hid my grin and did not laugh about it until later, on the phone with Grandma.

To Noah, I responded in all seriousness, “I’m sorry you feel that way. But we have to sit in the car seat when we go somewhere in the car.”

How was your weekend?