This past weekend, the family and I had such a fun experience at the Greater Cleveland Aquarium which is located on the West Bank of the Flats right in Downtown Cleveland in the historical Powerhouse building. Before we even stepped for into the Aquarium, we were able to admire the beautiful West Bank of the Cuyahoga River. I couldn’t get a great shot, but we saw a plane take off from one of the buildings, observed folks board the Nautica Queen and checked out artwork from local artists on buildings. If you’ve never been down to at least the flats, you’ll need to check it out solely for the awesome views of the Cuyahoga River and check out the awesome entertainment down at the Improv, Nautica Queen, or hop on Lolly the Trolly for a tour of Cleveland.
You always have that one single activity that you’ve always wanted to do, but thought “Yeah, that’s not my thing. I wouldn’t even know how to go about doing it!” I’ve always wanted to try glass blowing. I’ve seen it when I’ve visited a few amusement parks or even some other places I’ve visited with my family on vacations and it looked way cool! I just never knew that I was able to try it, queue The Glass Asylum! When I was invited to hang out with several other awesome Cleveland Area Bloggers to learn how to blow glass, I jumped at the opportunity!
Making Family Memories are important. As a single income family, sometimes that can be difficult, however, in the last year, my husband and I have been trying to come up with ways to make even more memories with our boys. Especially since my mother passed away from cancer. My husband and I agreed that we needed to start doing more with the boys, especially since they were getting older (I’ll have an 18yr old in 6 months, yikes) and will be out of the house soon. So now is the time to really kick those family memories into high gear! About two months ago I talked about how I remember watching some of the kids in the neighborhood trying to be Globetrotters aka Globies.
Growing up in what I call “secondary suburb”. We were a suburb of a suburb of Cleveland, but not quite rural. We had public parks within a quarter mile of every neighborhood. Most of the neighborhood parks had the standard playground equipment, some also had enough land for a baseball diamond and basketball court. A few even had enough land for a football field for the local kids to play at. Those days, we stayed at the park until the street lights came on. At that point, we were jumping on our 10 speeds, and peddling our butts home so we wouldn’t get into trouble.