My company observes federal holidays.  Columbo Day is named for a guy who seems to not have a clue where he’s going and appears really surprised when he gets there.  Some other internet sites will tell you that the it’s actually called “Columbus Day” and named for Christopher Columbus, but the description of the guy is still pretty accurate.  Heck, we’re still calling people “Indians” even though the dude was thousands of miles off.  So clearly, there’s no reason to celebrate him.  At least Columbo solved crimes.

In keeping with tradition, my family spent the weekend piddling about and achieving very little…which is my favorite way to spend the weekend.

On Friday night, Kelley and I decided to have a “date night”.  (As much as a couple can have one after putting the kids to bed and being unable to leave the house.)  As she grabbed a couple of things around the house, I laid back on the couch to rest…and fell asleep.  Apparently, and you’ll have to forgive me because I’m no expert on this…but apparently, naps are not considered an appropriate way to spend a date night.  This isn’t written anywhere, and my wife never stated this out loud, but somehow, I was supposed to have this information.  Women are so hard to understand.

Saturday morning we took the girls to the Museum of Arts & Sciences (see pictures on Flickr).  They had a blast enjoying all of the exhibits.  Kelley enjoyed the help because we could go with a man-to-man defense and keep up with both girls.  Butterfly wants to sit at each station, absorb all of the information, discuss the findings, and reflect on what it all means…she’s like her mother.  Ladybug, by contrast, enjoys running throughout the museum, pushing anything that looks like a button, breaking objects within reach, and  trying to lick the monkeys…she is her father’s child.

The rest of the weekend went on and things happened, but I’m going to guess that you’ve probably stopped reading now.  You looked at the post title, saw the picture, and then moved on.  The faithful few of you have probably even resorted to skimming.  It’s OK, I understand.  My wife is a better writer and you want to visit her site and see what cool musings she has.  Now go on, get out of here.  You crazy kids get off my lawn.