As I sit here typing, my son is loudly protesting and Taratabong is playing in the background, failing at distracting him from the fact that his graham cracker is gone. There are Cheerios, blocks, and princess high heels strewn about the living room floor. My hair is a mess (I haven’t brushed it in three days) and I still have my pajamas on. My Keurig has been working double-duty all morning and my to-do list is somehow growing rather than shrinking, even though I’ve been working for four hours already today.
A few weeks ago, the winter weather got just a bit too much to handle and cabin fever was setting in strong at the Gill household. I searched for things to do locally that wouldn’t cost a small fortune and that would be easy to do by myself with the kids. Thanks to a suggestion from a follower on Twitter, I decided to visit the Buffalo Botanical Gardens.