Butterfly House

Dance of Joy to be at the Butterfly House

Trying to take his shirt off to go swimming.
Right after the butterfly had landed on his shoulder. It had flown away by this point.

Sprinkler.

Wrinkly fingers?
Fly away!

The butterfly plate.

Cheese.

Today we took a trip to the Butterfly House. I had mentioned the possibility to Boyd yesterday and from the moment we woke up up until the entrance he talked about going there. He had a great time, feeling warm, running around, watching butterflies fly overhead and once landing on his shoulder. It even had neat trees and flowers, not to mention water. When we first arrived Boyd was excited by the ticket, but once we got through the butterfly escape doors he was overcome with joy and began to dance. When butterflies were on the trail he would crouch down near them and shout, "Fly away". When we approached the waterfall/pond area Boyd asked and attempted to take his shirt off. He wanted to go swimming. When we reviewed his trip he told me he liked the plate with the butterflies. There were ten to begin with and Boyd waved his hand over it creating a lesson in subtraction. When he found the sprinkler he put his hands in the water and then exclaimed, "Wrinkly." Boyd is currently fascinated by the way fingers and toes wrinkle like raisins in the tub. He also climbed the rocks and posed with his camera cheese face. We received stamps upon our departure and Boyd flew like a butterfly to the car displaying his stamps. On the way home we stopped at the mall since the carousel at Faust park was closed for renovations. He rode the zebra of course, but sat on the tiger before the ride began.