We went to the zoo on Friday and it was really fun. Noah mostly could only see animals that were really close, and the little kids’ mini zoo wasn’t open yet, but there was still lots for him to experience. We had two hillarious moments: when Noah saw the orangutang baby nurse, he whipped around to check that my boobs were still there, and the giraffe -cracked- him up. As well as me and system children of all descriptions. There is something fundamentally silly about giraffes.
We got a membership, so we can go any time and not feel the pressure to See Everything. I know it’s a bit silly at Noah’s age, but it’s sort of habit forming for me and us – to go see good things – art and animals and festivals and parks – and not fall into wandering stores or malls so much, for our “out” time. The zoo’s barely 15 minutes from my house – door to door, by car – and it’s such a nice space – trees all over, pavillions with plants and animals combined, and not very many bars. It’s a good zoo, as such things go.
And it is nice to go out, where there aren’t floors to be washed, etc. It’s nice to show Noah the world. And see other mums etc. etc.
The weather continued glorious yesterday, so we were outside a good part of the day, walking around and down to the plaza, and then hung out in the sun in the living room. My MIL is down this weekend and she’s soaking Noah up.
Today’s more business of that sort, and then Monday is Mother Goose, a trip to Ikea with my MIL, and then dinner at friends. Busy busy – but gooooood busy.
girafs ar the best!
They are!