I took Noah to the zoo this morning, with that odd feeling I keep having that these are the Last Days of our little nirvana. Which is a bit silly, since it’s not nirvana, and the zoo is open on weekends (and afternoons off) but there’s still some truth there. We are cramming in the playdates too.
He careened around joyfully, played in the gravel, and oohed at the elephants. I tried an ice cream cone with him for the first time and he kept asking for a spoon, which I did not have.
He’s so amazing.
I keep wondering if I have just made a huge mistake, but I guess I won’t know until I try it. Being at home feeling stressed and unhappy (the other kind of day) or putting a Thomas DVD on for the second time is the other side of things, really.
