We finally made it to the zoo yesterday in what is probably the latest in the spring we have been since Jack was born. It has seemed that the weather, health, and house hunting have all conspired against this year to go. But with Amelie recovered from her strep and the subsequent allergic reaction to penicillin and only a 30% chance of storms, we made a last minute decision to get in a trip, if only for a couple of hours. (Of course, we had to wait until after an hour-long meeting with the mortgage broker to sign all of our mortgage application papers.)
It was stinky hot and Jack was a bit disappointed not to get to see everything he wanted, but we all still had fun. Amelie informed us that her favorite parts were, "the owl, the twain wide, the titty seeping in the twee with it's foot hanging, and the bird eating whino poop." She kept going on and on about the bird on the rhinoceros poop. Jack was rather smitten with the baby giraffe. We could only see it through a window since they were trying to keep it calm as it had a broken leg, but it was pretty darn cute.
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