We went to the OMSI (a science museum in Portland) on Thursday. It was free for teachers so we thought we would make the trip. There was a huge exhibit on Leonardo da Vinci. No originals, but FANTASTIC replica's. The neatest part of the whole exhibit was that they blew up the pictures of the sketchbook entries Da Vinci hashed out his idea's in, and created working machinery according to his plans. Some of it you could actually move around and others were for looks. We weren't allowed to take pictures within the show, but got a picture op. at the end in this silly Mona Lisa. We'd never seen the rest of the place so we ventured around and viewed all the other exhibits. I had a really hard time with the child growth section where they had 40-50 real children from 1 week to full term of a pregnancy. Interesting, but I couldn't help staring at these little children wondering what their personality would have been, or why they died, or how their family reacted, or how old they would be today. I was surrounded by 50 dead children. 50 families with so much pain. It amazed me how many people were able to just walk through and observe as though they were looking at chickens floating in formaldehyde. I just stood there crying. It mystifies me how people can say a child is "not really a child" up to a certain week. I am not sure what the magical difference between week #5 to week #6 is. The child is still growing. Sure it doesn't look like a baby yet, but it's still alive. My heart was just broken. There was also a side cut of a baby inside of the womb of a girl, probably very young because the body was very tiny. I thought, why did this small girl die with a baby in her. I remember in college my psychology professor slapping a brain onto the overhead. I was TOTALLY disturbed by this. That brain was somebody. It held their thoughts, their emotions, memories at one time. The Spirit of God worked in that brain, gently whispering things. Now we just slap it up on the overhead and the only real concern is that it doesn't ooze on the carpet. There's something to be said about respecting those who have passed on. At least honor them with a name.

We also checked out the science "stuff" section. We would definitely bring a kid to the OMSI. Lot's of neat things to learn. I had Leo climb into the shuttle (in his suit). What a husband!

We also watched a show in the planetarium. No stars this time, but it was pretty trippy. At one point I told Leo "who needs drugs when you could come watch this". We didn't get to see the OMNI Max show, which kinda' bummed me out because those are always pretty cool to experience.

We came home tired and I thankfully didn't have any dreams about dying babies.