So instead we had a nice quiet morning and then took the kids to the zoo for lunch and a quick tour of the "giants of the safari."

Elliot couldn't wait to see the lions (said, "Yi-ons!"). Our view of them left something to be desired... they were far away (well, it wouldn't be far if there were no gates between us, but you know what I mean). Maybe we'll see them better next time.

When I think of our walk through the zoo, I think of little hands holding my index finger as we walk, and of potty stops along the way.
The exhaustion of lifting little bodies onto adult sized toilets, and the arduous task of propping them up at the sink so they can wash their little hands.
I think of fights over who flushed whose pee-pee and who has to go first, and the resounding, ever-present chorus of, "is it loud?" whenever we go to a public restroom.
I don't want to forget how they looked, scrambling up on the bench to get a better look at the elephants and giraffes. Pointing to them and saying, "Yook, Mommy--big, BIG eh-fants!"
Elliot badly wanted to see the owls next, but we had actually spent all the time we had, and it was time to go home. The only thing left on our list to do was the carousel. Lucy had begged to do it the last time I took the kids, but without Daniel there I had said no. This time we established at the beginning that we would do the carousel, and Lucy was so, so excited.
Elliot was losing his marbles in the car and on the way home. That happens whenever we sail through his nap time. We had a really nice time at the zoo. Over dinner, we asked the kids what their favorite part of the day was.
They both responded--as they have every single night for the past few weeks--that their favorite part of the day was, "when we bought yucky babies from the store and bought yucky babies from the store and bought yucky babies from the store!"
We are doing our very best to not make a big deal of this. We listen politely and then go on to ask each other about our days. Sometimes... like yesterday when we spent so much energy making the Zoo happen... it is a teensy bit annoying not to hear about any of it from the kids and to hear instead about "yucky babies."
But it's a phase, and it will pass. And there are much more annoying phases ahead. And in the grand scheme of things, "yucky babies" are not the worst topic of dinner conversation you could have with your kids.
But for Daniel's and my parts, we enjoyed the zoo. So we talked about that.
Of all the places it would make sense to have short sinks or step stools...come on, zoo! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, so right!
DeleteNo kidding! But it sounds like it was a beautiful day!
ReplyDeleteWhat are "yucky babies"?
Ugh I don't really know. A combination of Lucy's favorite things... calling things "yucky" (as in, 'go to time out. you may not call your brother yucky. i'm sorry he took your thing, but you still can't call him yucky') and babies. I don't get it. But they both say it. Every single night. It is weird.
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