Well, I will apologize in advance for this being picture heavy, but we had way too many to choose from! We decided on a whim today to go to the Cameron Park Zoo in Waco today. It was about an hour and a half drive. On the way there, Sophie decided that having been constipated for three days wasn't working for her, and she would "unclog" herself. I, of course, knew I smelled something, but was too stupid to check before I picked her up to nurse her (yes she is still nursing- imagine the travesty ;) ) Anyway, long story short, synopsis: pooped stained shorts (mine), poop stained dress (hers), pooped stained carseat (the same one that daddy assembled before we left because he had washed it), pooped stained blanket that she had to lay on to be changed, and probably unfortold poop on something that mommy will inevitably grab tomorrow. Anyway, this was, in my opinion, the best zoo I have ever been to- and since its my opinion, then its right. We had so much fun. It was incredibly hot, but us, being experts at this parenting thing now, brought spray mist fans for the kiddos, and packed extra clothes so that in case there was a slashpad, we could let the kids enjoy it. Of course, as expert as we get, I just don't know how to contain the blowout diapers (of which she allowed us to change another once we got home). Ahhh.... the joys of parenting. Perhaps, you are reading this, and it has been many a year since you had an infant in your house, now, you are remembering why!
So, on to the pictures, then a little three year old logic- because just when you think you know everything, Sullivan fills you in on the details.
Let me preempt, for those of you who know me. No, Sophie did not have a bow in her hair. Yes, you probably have seen this outfit before. I know, you are thinking something must be terribly wrong, I must have scarlet fever or something. No, remember she pooped in her first PINK dress, so she had to wear the dress from the diaper bag, and she was sweating way too much under her big huge bow, so I took it off. AAAAAAHHHHHH, sorry! Go on, call the baby fashion police :)Yes, there is a LARGE black bear, about three inches behind us, but there is glass people!
Those turtles behind us weigh over 350 pounds each!!!! Can you believe it!
This slide goes through the otter exhibit so kids can slide with the otters.
Last night, Sullivan's tummy was REALLY hurting badly. So, not knowing what to do, I put him in the really warm shower, and sat down with him, while we waited for the almighty daddy to come back from CVS with Pepto bismol for kids (which we later found out isn't any different than pepto bismol for adults- except a cute picture on the box, but again, I digress). So, as I was sitting there trying to calm him down from the tummy ache, we had a heartfelt discussion. I learned quite a bit about age. Sullivan tells me, "I just can't really wait to be five mom, because when I am five I can get a scooter. I am gonna get a pink one like Lauren." I try telling him that other colors might be more fun, but he doesn't really care. Then, he proceeds on the topic of age. "But what I really can't wait for is to be 100 years old." I ask why, telling him that when you are 100, if you are lucky enough to be alive, you are probably about to die. He basically insists that I don't know what I am talking about. So, I ask him if he remembers my PawPaw, and tell him that he is 87- remember how old he looks, I ask. " Oh yeah, I guess mom, but I still want to be one hundwed." I ask, how old do you think PawPaw is, son? He says, "ten." (very matter of factly). Adn nanny, I ask (she is closer to 50 and pawpaw is closer to 57), "she's ten like my paw paw." Oh, hmmm... interesting, I say. And how old is your daddy? "Twenty six, mom, like you." Who knew? What a crazy world we live in, where parents can be 16 years YOUNGER than their children, and we strive to be 100. Ahh, the joys of being young and innocent and knowing it all!