It was the best of times....It was the worst of times

In high school, I was required to read the book "A Tale of Two Cities". I absolutely abhored that book. In fact, I read only the first few chapters and the last few chapters .... totally skipping the middle. Thanks to Mr. Clift Notes, I passed the test. I was reminded of the very first sentence of that book yesterday. It certainly started out a day that was the "best of times" but ended as "the worst of times".

After dropping Nathan off to camp, I had an hour to waste. I decided to hit Hunter Museum. I had never been there and was curious to check it out. I passed by Rembrandt's and decided that was a great way to waste my hour. Natalee and I ate a delicious chocolate chip scone and we drank some milk and chai tea latte. Yum! So good! Finally it was time to head out to the museum.

I am not much of an art fan but I really wanted to go check out the old mansion. I love old homes. As you can see, I took more pictures of the home than of art. Ha ha! It was beautiful! I barely made it out in time to pick up Nathan. I didn't want to leave but forced myself out. I hope to go back again with all the family. Nathan would have a ball in there because there was a lot of train pictures in there. The museum is also very kid friendly. I was nervous about Natalee when she cried out and fussed but everyone kept telling me it was ok. They were not stuffy and high society as I stereotyped them to be.

Well.......here is where the "worst of times" came in. As soon as I got to Nathan's group, his teacher came over to me and told me she had been having a problem with Nathan all week. My stomach dropped. What could Nathan possibly be doing? Obviously she had the wrong kid! Nathan never ever causes problems. Apparantly, Nathan needs to go to the restroom a lot and it was causing too much trouble for them. Well, kiss my grits. The teacher told me I needed to fix this problem. I felt like a total idiot. What in the world can I do? The kid goes to the bathroom a lot. He has always been like that.

Then......it got even worse. I have been letting Nathan pick where he wants to eat all week after camp. He loves to eat at the Japanese place where they cook in front of you. I can never turn down eating at that place so we went. We were sitted and the chef started cooking. Natalee started whining a bit and would not stop, even when food was set before her. Food usually solves every problem for Natalee, but this time it didn't. So, I took her out of her high chair and she put her head on my shoulder. All of the sudden I heard a terrible noise and knew and felt what it was. Natalee vomited all down my shirt and shorts. It was not a baby vomit. I was totally covered in vomit. There were three full tables in the room we were in and everyone saw it. Two ladies tried to help me with napkins but it didn't help much at all. I ended up sitting there crying like a little baby in front of all those people. I was so humiliated. We left and didn't even eat our meal.

Natalee was fine after she got sick. Not sure what happened. She was her normal giggly self afterwards. I'll be glad when this week is over.

Back Terrace of Museum

Natalee at museum

Even though it was cloudy it was a nice day

Natalee wasn't too sure about this art. She kept looking at the two people suspiciously.

Inside of mansion from top floor looking down

Back Terrace of Mansion

Foyer of Mansion

Picture of George Washington and old couch

Not sure who lady is, but I liked the fireplace.

Another fireplace with unknown lady

Beautiful molding all through house

Loved this light fixture and decorative thingy. That decorative thingy was on just about every corner of house. Not sure what it means. Should have asked.

Staircase of mansion with a downtown view

All the rooms were beautiful

Another view of foyer

Natalee's reaction to art