Mall of America

On Friday we officially ushered in my birthday weekend with a trip to the Mall of America to be tourists for a day. We had never been to Underwater Adventures, and it was worth the wait (and every penny of the hefty fee, even with a coupon). It really is amazing. Afterwards the plan was to have a fun-filled lunch at Rainforest Cafe, isn't that the touristy thing to do? But after we were sat directly under the faux flying monkeys, Millie asked several times to "go somewhere quieter." She even suggested we go home for lunch. So we apologized to the friendly waitress and headed up to Bubba Gump's. It was nice and quiet, and we even got to sit "outside" on the balcony overlooking, well, JCrew. We continued with the tourist for a day theme by snapping so many photos that a nice lady in the booth next to us asked if it was our first time to the Mall of America. "No, we live in Minnesota," I explained. "We live in St. Paul," Millie corrected me, practically spelling out St. Paul for emphasis. Sheesh.

After a couple of ride at the Park Formerly Known As Camp Snoopy, and some intense Lego time, we ended the day with ice cream and a nap in the car. Divine.

We're soooooo excited!

Groovy.

Whoa!

Eeeck. Me no likey giant turtles.

(Insert whispering voice in a fake British accent) Finally, after many failed attempts, we have managed to capture an actual photo of the elusive North American Mom, otherwise knows as "Mommy," "Give me!!" and "NO! I don't wanna!"


Millie really dug Bubba Gump's.


Round and round they go.

Millie and Tony take Legos very seriously.

Tired little tourista.