The second half of last week was spent in La Crosse, visiting my brother ("Uncle Mick") and his wife ("Aunt Whoah"). We planned our trip around a professional conference
("Mommy") attended. The visit was very nice.
For the first two days, Uncle Mick had some work to do from home while Aunt Whoah went to work. So the little guy ("You") and I played with his toys, tested the two-year-old-readiness of my brother's house (e.g. "You" pulled out some glasses from the bottom shelf of the living room TV cabinet), and went with Uncle Mick to a park and the store. (I was amazed how often Uncle Mick goes to the store. I think, in the three days we were visiting, he must have gone 7 or 8 times. This is unthinkable here, where the nearest store is 15 minutes away. For him, a trip to one of 5 or 6 stores and back only took 15 minutes.)
On Friday evening, we went bowling. I had one of my worst games in a long time (89) and Uncle Mick had his best game ever (199). On Saturday, we went to the Children's Museum. It took a while for "You" to get in the groove, but he did, especially once he found the Mississippi River exhibit/splash area and the wooden model trains. He likes playing with water, and he really likes pushing things with wheels around. When he gets tired, it's not uncommon for him to lie down on the floor and stare at the wheels of a toy car while he drives it back and forth.
I was a little envious of my brother's toys for his new job: a new MBP and an iPhone. While I was there, Aunt Whoah discovered a whack-a-mole game, and we spent a lot of free time whacking over 1000 critters on it. Quite entertaining. Fortunately, there were no serious fights about whose turn it was to use the iPhone (read "play whack-a-mole").
"You" also learned a new name for my brother's dog, Malibu. Aunt Whoah at one point called the dog "Mally Pally", and "You" immediately picked up on it. It was extremely cute. We spent almost as much time trying to get "You" to say "Mally Pally" as we did playing whack-a-mole.
It also sounded like the conference was good. Mommy took lots of notes, and came home with a giant stack of paper with Good Information on it. Since the conference was in Wisconsin, there were a fair number of dairy farmers there, but small organic farming is still small organic farming.