Running wild on a Honeybee Hike

Honeybee Hikes


One day you’ll tackle the Pacific Crest Trail together. But until then, you can nurture a love for the great outdoors with your sidekick—one tiny step at a time—at Leach Botanical Garden. Each week, trained naturalists lead hour-long Honeybee Hikes, where you’ll explore some 1,000 native plant species while taking breaks for story time. The sweetest moment? Watching honey being made at the garden’s resident beehive. —Brian M. Barker

The Mississippi Pizza Pub

3552 N Mississippi Ave

Stroll by the Mississippi Pizza Pub on a Saturday afternoon between 4 and 6 p.m., when foot-stomping strains of banjo, cello, and violin fill the air outside the pizza joint’s stained-glass windows, and you might think you were missing the hottest bluegrass show in town. And you are—if you’re a toddler. That boisterous thrumming is the sound of the weekly kids’ concerts, where live acts like Professor Banjo’s Old-Time Play Party and Lorna Miller’s Little Kids’ Jamboree riff for young ’uns who effortlessly prove that they are the real lords of the dance. —RR

Play Boutique

323 First St, Lake Oswego

If day care had an Ivy League, Lake Oswego’s Play Boutique would surely be in it. The cheerful staff not only placates your rug rats with their 5,000-square-foot indoor play space, but also edifies him or her with “edutainment”—exposure to Spanish, art, music, and even karate. Most important, they recognize that parents often need a break. So for $25, you can drop your kid off and scram for two hours, or seek solace in the parents’ lounge, where current magazines, Internet access, and a beverage bar earn the Play Boutique straight As among adults, too. —Bart W. Blasengame


5433 NE 30th Ave

Remember the days of building forts in the living room? Relive the fun (but improve the construction) with locally crafted large wooden play clips from Milagros. The oversize clothespins make it easy for small hands to grip and clip their way to a sturdy fortress. Toss in a bedsheet—plus whatever else you and your young Frank Lloyd Wright dream up—and spend the day playing “Alamo” (although you might want to revise the ending of that particular game). —Martha Calhoon