Sometimes with four small children I feel like I live in a zoo--loud noises, lots of messes, and children whose climbing and shenanigan-creating skills would put the average monkey to shame.
Sometimes I feel like when I go places I should carry a banner that says, "The circus has just gotten to town." (Other times I realize that my advertisement is unnecessary--like on a recent restaurant trip when we were given a table in the back corner of the "family room". When I saw the mess we left on the floor, I decided they gave us the right table.)
Some days my delightful little rays of sunshine produce frightful thunderstorms.
Other days life is sunshine and spring and I gather the strength for the days ahead. We recently had one of those days and it was, paradoxically, at the zoo.
It was a Friday, the weather was warm (for the winter), and my dad and his wife had given our family a zoo membership for Christmas, so we went and had a ball for the day.
Emma is finally doing OK outside now, and it was heart warming to watch her putter around on her little toddler legs taking it all in. (Such a big difference from when I took the girls to the free day at the zoo a year ago and Emma buried her head in her stroller and wouldn't open her eyes the whole time.)
|Emma and Grace pose for a picture|
|Grace with the big gorilla statue|
|Thank goodness for this little peacock seat that didn't move so I could ride the carousel with Grace and Emma.|
|Emma making herself at home on the walkway of the bird and reptile house.|
|A volunteer brought this owl out for the kids to see.|
|Love how Jake caught Emma looking in at this little guy|