Things To Do With Kids in Brisbane: Get Thee To The Abbey Museum!

My little girl in a low budget ad for stranger danger? WRONG, silly! We're at the Abbey Museum! Oh YOU!

Though my grandma always tells me not to tell people, lest I be suddenly the subject of some sort of medieval ages type prejudice from the sins of the forefathers, apparently our family is in possession of Viking blood.

Perhaps that – or just a fondness for headwear with horns – was behind my immediate compulsion to take the kids to the Abbey Museum when I saw their advertised “Family Fun Viking Week!” Yes! If nothing else is gonna make me feel like Mother of the Millennium, it’s blowing an ivory horn while wearing shiny stuff!

I decided to surprise the kids, not telling them where we were going, so as to spring the amazing awesome on them for maximum effect.

We turned into the museum.

“WHAT?” they groaned. “A museum?” Insert enough whining to make Mummy start staring at the array of blunt axes with a dangerous glint in her eye.

That is, until we walked into the actual museum itself, where shortly after being christened with their new names…

Rechristened for the day!

I took great pleasure in pronouncing this all day with a rolling "R"!

…the kids were handed weapons.

TURNING POINT.

Awww...Holger's first axe. Bless.

I love how he looks actually sliced in half in this one!

Suddenly, Mummy’s lame idea turned into the MOST. COMPLETELY. AWESOME. THING. EVER.

The Abbey Museum, as it turns out, makes a real effort to not just be a museum of the “come in and stare at shizz” variety, but of the “come and interact with things, do stuff, handle bits, dress up, make props, get into it!” kind that pint-sized (and not-so-pint-sized) tikes really do love.

For a day, they became knights. Archers. Shield makers. Archeologists.

Being instructed in the art of archaeology!

Sifting up a storm.