Chels and I spent all Saturday exploring the Museum of Natural History in the city. I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite my reoccurring focus on the detail poured into each display (I started to overwhelm/annoy myself). The museum was extraordinary, and while difficult to choose a favorite, the Evolution exhibit fascinated me.
The only thing Chelsea loves more than Teddy Roosevelt is a T-Rex, and so it worked in her favor the museum could appease both her affinities.
Oh go on. Just call me Venus already.