Sunday Parenting, and the Dreaded DST

As if regular bedtime wasn't bad enough, last weekend Daylight Savings Time (proof that the world hates parents) hit with a vengeance. Which meant that our evenings turned into fiascoes which looked like this

and this;

and the morning after the USASOC Ball, which I attended but for which occasion I managed to avoid having my makeup done by Donatella Versace's makeup artist here,

I was up at the literal crack of dawn to take the hooligans to the only place I could think of that would entertain them all day. The always-incredible Museum of Life & Science.

Because people who have the time and wherewithal to pack picnics on DST weekends are not real, we kicked it off with a car picnic from Alpaca Chicken, which always makes us do two things: send video to the Peruvian branch of the family, and wonder why styrofoam is still a thing that is manufactured. (But the chicken is divine.)

And then proceeded to have a great time enjoying terrific weather, the "train,"

a satisfyingly muddy "fossil dig,"

and rides on both pretend horses and "real" dinosaurs.

Everyone was having so much fun, I even made the mistake of attempting to take one decent frame-able photo of them. Not that that ever works. 

Photos of the week- besides the above of course- are of my favorite part of the butterfly house, the butterfly identification cards that both kids study intently (every time);

 and this one, proof of two weeks in a row of really nailing Sunday parenting.