We got up early, finished packing, then headed to breakfast. After a lot of good-byes as various groups left, we headed out – Peter and I headed to the park near our lodge for one last playtime, and Scott went to the room to finish packing/loading the car/checking us out.
We weren’t able to do any of the planned activities with Peter this trip – he’s just still too small to go on the children adventure hikes or bug hunting or that sort of thing. He was old enough, however, for Bubble Hour, and by god – we had missed it all week, but we were not missing it today. Doots was not disappointed, in fact we had to pry the wands out of his hands and drag him shrieking back to the car. He got over it quickly, and zonked out in the car for our drive to Denver. We had a long day in the city ahead.
We didn’t fly out until dinnertime (more on that later…), so we decided to goof around Denver for the day. We ended up in the Highlands area near downtown, it’s a great little neighborhood with sweet boutique shopping, restaurants, and wine bars. Love it. There were a lot of newer lofts and it’s definitely part of Denver – tons of bike shops and bikes abound in that area. Paulo would love it.
We had lunch at Proto’s Pizzeria, we had a prosciutto/capers/mozzarella pizza it was sooooo gooooood.
What brought us to the neighborhood is that it was near the one planned stop we had while in Denver – The Children’s Museum of Denver. This place did not disappoint, we spent a long time in here and would definitely go back. The Denver Aquarium was right next to it and I wish we had more time in the city, as I would have loved to go there as well. Ah well, next visit.
Our first stop in the Children’s Museum was in the Center for the Small Child. It had several rooms catering to the younger set (newborn through toddler). We spent a good hour in this area alone. The best part is that shoes are not allowed, but neither are bare feet. They had freshly-laundered socks in kids and adult sizes as needed – Scott and Peter had socks. I did not. So I got to wear the weirdo socks, yay.
Oh my gosh, he kept going back to this little treehouse with the stirring pot. He must have run back to it half a dozen times – apparently he really really really liked stirring that pot.
They had kid-sized bathrooms, with really low toilets/sinks/everything. We went in there to change the diaper and he was so excited with the low bathroom facilities, that it took forever to coax him out of there.
Next we went up to the 2nd floor – dudes, they have a Bubble Room. BUBBLE ROOM. He was in heaven in there. Our favorite bubble machine created these smoke bubbles, that fell down from the machine on the ceiling and turned into a poof of smoke when you popped them.
Next we tried out the train room. We didn’t spend too much time in here, because Peter spied another room down the hall…
OMG A GROCERY STORE AND KITCHEN!!! He put on his apron and got right to work filling a cart. Apparently there was a pretend massive blizzard hitting the pretend grocery store in Denver, because the workers could not even keep the shelves stocked and the kids looked like they were playing Supermarket Sweep. Insanity!
We filled up our cart twice before heading out. We were going to play in the kitchen but even Peter seemed too hesitant to play in that area – a pack of wild children had taken over the kitchen and let’s just say they definitely were future-chefs-in-training – they were Anthony-Bourdain’s sort of crazy-story chef.
Next we hit the forest room. They had costumes hanging on a hook by the door, squirrels and rabbits and mice and… worms. Then the room was full of underground tunnels and foresty-areas and it was really meant for the bigger kids. Scott helped Doots climb around though and he had a blast.
Next we found a dancing room. Peter busted out his inner Patrick Swayze, put on a Pilot’s hat, and grabbed some ribbon-rings to go dance-dance crazy.
Lastly we hit up the Firehouse. Again, for the older kids mostly so Peter mostly watched and walked around a little bit. By this time we had been there for several hours, so he was getting kinda tired.
We checked out the gift shop and were getting ready to buy a bottled water at the snack bar before leaving… And we realized it was raining. Boo. We booked it to the car and headed to the airport a little early. There’s a lot of shopping and restaurants in DIA so we knew it wouldn’t be so bad to get there a little earlier than planned.
We had an early dinner at Rock Bottom Brewery in the airport, then did some shopping in the stores and headed to our gate. I changed Peter into PJs for our flight (it was supposed to leave
at 6:30p), made him a bottle, was ready to put in to sleep on the dark quiet plane. Now, I should probably mention at this point…
When we got to Estes Park, Peter was a little snotty, a little feverish, so I chalked it up to teeth (as he was also extra-drooly). Then he got a cough, but I figured that was just due to altitude. And he was very snuggly and needed lots of holding-time, but I thought to myself hey he’s just away from home and needs more hugs than normal. Yeah, no.
He was sick. Sick sick sick and we really didn’t put it all together until we hit the airport. We hoped for the best for the flight home, but between a sick baby and a turbulent (and very delayed, and longer than expected, and the lights were never turned off) flight – we had quite a bit of fussing and writhing. He finally collapsed onto my lap and passed out during landing, but then woke up in the car and cried the entire drive back home. Poor little darling.
He was still so so good the entire trip though, and even with the rough trip home I was so glad we went.
We had a great time, and it was kinda sad to come home.