Because we just hadn't had enough of them. After Leah's butterfly party, we went to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum, which besides everything else that is wonderful there, has recently opened the Butterfly Pavillion.
Have you been? Oh, please go. It is so great. I know, I know, there is much gnashing of teeth over it because there's a fee, and everything else Smithsonian is free, so that's just so wrong. Yes, it is wrong, so gnash away, and then still go because you can't miss this.
The butterflies flitter and flutter all around you. They land on you. They land on everyone around you. They are every color and every size and put you in mind of spring, new life, renewal, and every story you've ever heard about fairies. This all happens at about 100 degrees, as they keep it hot and moist in there, how the butterflies and flowers like it best. So it's simultaneously a good sauna sweat. Bonus!
And, to top it all, there was this Uncle Fester butterfly, who looked for all the world like a tarantula with big ol' wings on his back. We kept our eye on him and were hopeful he didn't feel like going for a flight of his own. He was perfectly still on the wall the whole time we were there, and frankly, he doesn't really look capable of flight, does he? A flightless butterfly? Anyway, he redefined the word butterfly for me, and that's good, too.
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I just love all your blogging lately. I love to read your writing and experiences with your darling, darling kids. Have you moved yet? Are you going to convention? Anyway, the birthday party looked SO perfect. I loved all the pictures and just fairly stared at them, wishing I lived closer to come and share.
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