The City Museum

Here is where I warn you about the 2,389,576,455,567,781 pictures you are about to see. Because I’ve narrowed them down from many, many more (mostly taken by Mary, stolen by me) and still can’t seem to make it down to a decent, acceptable number. This place, the City Museum of St. Louis, warrants a ridiculous number of pictures. I still feel that I will not be able to do it justice… so you will have to come visit to see it for yourselves.

We went there on a Saturday, accompanied by some lovely people on an amazing weekend, and spent the better part of a morning there.

We left feeling like a group of kids pulled away from an amusement park before they were ready… wanting more, just the slightest bit resentful that we couldn’t just drop the kids and run around like a bunch of maniacs, acting like fools.

Which is the coolest part… that we COULD have done that, if we had chosen to do so. Until 2am. With alcoholic beverages. Which seems, given the circumstances,

… like a VERY bad idea.

A playground for adults and children alike. Andrew only wished that his own grown brothers could have been there to monkey around and procure all sorts of grown-up injuries.

Like cage-rash.

Or just a really bad broken bone from a very high fall.

Or maze-fever. Darn. I didn’t get a picture of the maze.

Or finger amputation from a turtle bite.

But, of course, there’s always time for that.

Right?

Ball cage. Or cage of balls?

Sponge room.

Which made me so frustrated. Is it too much to ask to leave my sponge structure alone so I can build a respectable sponge tower?! Sheesh!

Tiger ride of death. No hands.

Yeah. Seriously, get out of the way at the bottom.

They’re not kidding around at this place.