Our visit to the Virginia Aquarium was a complete disaster. It was ridiculously crowded. Isaac was both tired AND tired of potty training. He decided to forego the toilets and ran around hitching up his soggy pull up. He was overstimulated and I was slow moving—the stroller slowed me waaaay down, stranger’s kids kept trying to climb on it, and Eloise fussed and howled.
A huge thanks goes to my long-suffering neighbors for putting up with us that day. They, and the aquarium itself, were awesome, and no doubt our next visit WITH DAD will be loads of fun—we can front-pack the baby and skip the dang stroller. This misadventure is what I get for trying to do something fun with both kids by myself.