We were at the Botanical Garden for maybe two minutes before Jude was soaking wet, shoes and all. He dove head first into the water tub of rubber sharks and fish; then begrudgingly moved on to trains, succulent planting and a manic display of bubble blowing. He was border line out of control today, not wanting to miss a thing, running (and falling) from one activity to the next. There was a stream of boats, and more water, and a dirt pit of dump trucks and tractors that could certainly provide hours of entertainment. Surely we will get much use out of the the family membership, yet I am hoping that after a few more visits the novelty will wear off a bit and Jude will calm down so that every trip doesn't end in a meltdown. But who could blame him? He was hot, tired and thirsty, with two scraped knees and swollen feet that no longer fit in his water shoes. It took a trip to our our favorite cafe to have fresh squeezed orange juice, a chocolate croissant and a caprese sandwich to turn everyone's mood around. And thankfully after an afternoon nap at home, all craziness was forgotten (minus the "boo, boos") and we up and ready for a happier and calmer afternoon.