Natural History Museum
Posted by eemilla on July 8, 2013
Unfortunately, we didn’t learn our lesson in Savannah about double checking for the pass before leaving the rental so we traveled down to 81st from 132nd St only to realize the passes were not with us. Rather than use four train fares we decided my honey would go back while LB & I killed time in Central Park. While watching the ducks and geese swim, I also spied a huge pile of puke or poop on the bench that LB really wanted to sit on. Fortunately this was one of our few gross experiences in NYC. I chased LB around while she burned off some energy, and I somewhat searched for a playground without wanting to venture too far from the Natural History Museum entrance. When my honey returned with the City Passes we began our exploration of our second (and ultimately last museum) of the trip.
Our first floor tour began with the dioramas, and I wasn’t a big fan. Once we moved on to the ancient civilization artifacts I began to enjoy it more. We then covered lots of the same ground as we were lost in search of a restroom to change LB’s diaper which was déjà vu of the Met from earlier in the week. Post diaper change, LB decided to take a nap in the stroller, and I felt both guilty and vindicated as my itinerary was based on her napping in the stroller; however, she didn’t look terribly comfortable, and she ended up taking a second nap that afternoon so the sleep must have been fairly poor.
The dinosaurs were really cool, and I hope we can return with an older and awake LB. I also enjoyed the stones and gems much more than I expected too even though some of the large stones were underwhelming. I was surprised at how different sulfur can look (the photos we tried to take didn’t really turn out). We ended our visit at the butterfly conservatory after haggling with the attendant to allow us to trade our pass to the planetarium to admission to the butterflies. While I would have loved to view the planetarium, we agreed that it wouldn’t be LB’s cup of tea plus we were all fairly hungry.
My honey landed on Raku II for our lunch spot, and it was one of the first restaurants that I’d been in that didn’t have a changing table for my wee one. Trying to change a toddler’s diaper in a closet of a public bathroom is something I don’t want to do ever again, and I didn’t even catch a poopy diaper as we took turns changing them. I guess with space at a premium it makes sense not to have a place to change the kid, but at many of the restaurants there was plenty of room just no thought. Raku II was a closet sized bathroom which was in proportion to the size of the restaurant. The menu had plenty of vegetarian options, although I failed to write down what I ordered I do recall being pleased with the taste and price and portion. Plus the staff made LB a makeshift sippy cup out of a storage container (she positively refuses to ever drink of her own sippy cup in every single restaurant in favor of drinking from my cup).