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Let’s Do Science! (+Giveaway)

Two years ago for Christmas, BigBrother asked for a science kit.

When we go to things like fairs or amusement parks, LittleBrother can be seen watching the stuff that makes the rides work; gears and bolts and things I’d rather not think about, especially if we’re at a temporary, pick-it-up-and-move-it-somewhere-else type of fair.

In short, my two boys love science and math and all that jazz. This is perplexing to me, the words and art and music mom. I mean, I like science if we’re talking about how to make my flowers grow better in our garden and watching baby birds hatch and chasing butterflies and long walks in nature. I like math if we’re talking about how to get more money into my bank account and a teeny bit but not a lot of music theory. But otherwise, give me words and photography and paint brushes and triplets — not the baby kind — and I am a happy camper.

However, I’m also a happy camper when my kids are happy campers. So math and science it is, at COSI, on a regular basis.


We were invited to attend a blogger event last weekend. The boys and I took my mother-in-law and had a fascinating day of mindbenders and mazes, ocean exploration, and really big movie screens.


When I told the boys we were going to see Flight of the Butterflies in 3D, they both informed me that butterflies were “for girls.” Nothing pushes my buttons more than a “this thing is for girls and this thing is for boys” kind of argument, which I pointed out to our younger son who happens to love My Little Pony. I assured them that the movie was not for girls and that they would like it, thankyouverymuch. I don’t think they believed me, but happily accepted some popcorn, lemonade and 3D glasses. When the lights went down, I’m sure they still thought that they were right and I was wrong.

Check out these cool dudes. 3D Flight of the Butterflies movie.

But, shocker, I was right and they were wrong. BOOYAH.

I loved the movie for many reasons. Despite my preference of words to science experiments, I have always had an infatuation with butterflies. The boys loved it as well; watching the caterpillars eat their way out of the chrysalis, especially since they look so funny at first, fascinated the two brothers. I must admit to requiring a fix of my eye makeup after the movie ended; watching a man and wife’s life work see completion made my waterworks flow. I know, I know; I’m such a crier.

This movie was actually their first experience with the Giant Screen Theater at COSI. Neither apparently have my issues with heights or vertigo, which makes me happy for them. Despite the movie being in 3D and the whole height/vertigo thing, I also didn’t have any issues. Maybe shedding tears helps keep my feet grounded. Or something.

The boys already asked when we are heading back to COSI. My answer, of course, is soon. A happy day with happy boys makes a happy mom.

And you can go soon too.

I am giving away two packs of four tickets for admission and movie passes.

Here’s how to enter:

  • Mandatory entry: Comment below with whether you have been to COSI before and what your favorite (or your kids’ favorite) exhibit is/was.
  • Like Stop, Drop & Blog on Facebook.
  • Share this giveaway on Facebook or Twitter; one entry for each.

Please leave a separate comment for each entry.

Giveaway is open until Saturday, April 13th at 12 PM (noon) EDT. Two random winners will be chosen and contacted by email for their shipping addresses. Tickets will be mailed to winners on Monday, April 15, 2013 (tax day!). Tickets for COSI admission and movie passes are good through May 31, 2013. Not sure your kids are the ready for COSI? Check out our photos from last summer and rest assured there’s something for everyone.

Good luck and Happy Sciencing!


Nine Years Later

Sometimes — when I’m alone and I have a few extra minutes to spare — I turn right out of our neighborhood.

The road takes me home. Not to the home I’ve made with my husband and two sons, just back before turn right turn. It also heads in the opposite direction from my parents’ Farm. It’s not that the physical road sends me in the physical direction of a physical home. No.

The road takes me back, to a place inside me that feels long ago and far away.

As the country road rises and bends, twists and turns, I turn the radio up and roll the window down. I am instantly transported to a different time, though not a singular one.

I learned to drive on these roads, though not this road.

I grew up on the winding and back and forth and up and down of another time and another place.

I went to college back one of these country roads, past the Amish Cheese house and one lone gas station.

Back when worries were different, though they felt enormous at the time. Back when, if I put on my rose colored glasses, things were easier. Maybe they weren’t easier but they appear that way; simpler in certain ways, in the ways where your main concern isn’t for someone else or how your decision might shape the minds of the children you are parenting. Simpler in that a long drive, a sunset and a song could breathe new life into a situation.

Maybe it still does, in its own way.

For six miles, my cell phone doesn’t work. I am alone with the music drifting on the cold breeze through the open window. I look ahead at the sunset and wonder what the younger version of myself would do on a day like today with a sunset like that one. She’d probably pull over and take a photo — albeit with film, but a photo all the same.

And so I do. I stand, for a moment, alongside a country road and I breathe the air. I pause in the midst of my carefully planned day, my meticulously color-coded calendar, and I simply breathe alongside a road that feels like home.


Because it is now.