First Trip to the Zoo.
L and I piled into the car at 9 this morning and headed out to the Zoo with Jen, Jules and Ethan.
Ethan is asleep behind Jules. He wasn’t as interested in the animals as he was in sleeping, farting, and pooping.
Liam and Jules were quite impressed with all of the animals. Even with a good third of the zoo closed for construction, we were there for a good three hours. Granted L ended up sleeping for 45 minutes of that, but not before he tuckered himself out naming all of the animals for us.
Ironically, a lot of the excitement we experienced didn’t even involve the animals. Both kids were thrilled when they got to see a dump truck up close and then, when it dumped right beside us??? the $5 entrance fee was totally worth it. And we hadn’t seen a single animal at that point.
We made our way in and saw the elephants and while we were getting farther into Africa, a train went under the bridge we were walking on AND. BLEW. ITS. WHISTLE! L was FREAKING out. He’s a train junkie thanks to KM.
We made friends with a goose drinking water in a pavilion, because, you know, the lake RIGHT NEXT TO IT must not be potable.
He was a friendly goose. Not even so much as a hiss as L was yelling “honk HONK HONK” at him. I’m still not sure how he got water out of that shallow puddle.
Additionally, in that same pavilion, only headless women are allowed in the “fam ly” bathrooms - or else it’s a serial head hunter at work. We were in Africa, after all. I used a lot of pit stops at the zoo (very clean and sanitary, by the way), but I did not venture into this one.
So many animals to see in Africa. Here are a few of my favorite pics of the day.
I hate you people. Go away.
CHOMP. Can you see the saliva in there???
I. Can’t. Quite. Reach. The. Leaves. DAMMIT. Yes, that IS giraffe tongue, my friends.
Does my ass look big? Why do some monkeys have that hairless ass and others don’t?
Dandy Lions.
We ate lunch next to a pride of lions and then got a move on. L didn’t last too long after lunch. He was asleep by 11.45. We were done by 12.30 and naturally, so was he with his nap.
It was a trying afternoon and he has more cars (and a toy ketchup bottle) off-limits than he’s ever had. I’m not quite sure why hardly any nap = throwing things, but evidently there is some correlation.
He went to bed at 7 after hours of running and throwing. I have never been so relieved to sit lie down and put my feet up. Who knew the zoo would wear me out to this extent? I got in bed at 7.30 because I was too exhausted even to draw a hot bath.
It was all worth it though and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
