The four of us visited the zoo today; Little Man hasn’t been to a zoo yet (Yes, I realize my daughter is not born yet, but I’m counting her in the tally…I’ve having far too much trouble breathing and sleeping for her not to hold a position on our family outings.).
I must say, even though he woke-up this morning incredibly uncharacteristically early with an exceedingly brief morning nap, the trip was a resounding success. The zoo is a small, poorly funded city zoo, but the limited newer parts are quite nice. We knew ahead of time almost the entirety of the children’s attractions were in the process of renovation; therefore, closed. Why make the hour trip down chaotic streets? Admission was half priced, which made the usually quite expensive affair worth the gamble to see if our son was old enough to appreciate the animal experience…He wasn’t, aside from the goats at the petting zoo. But, doesn’t everyone love a goat? I think, however, I may return alone in the near future; I’m pretty sure they charged us the kid’s rate for my admission ticket…Can we say knocked-up MILF pushing forty?
Even though nineteen-months-old proved a bit early for this type of trip, Little Man enjoyed himself thoroughly. Sadly, the giraffe was vacationing in his winter home, which would have been thrilling for my son. It’s the most consistent animal he points to whenever an image appears before him…He finds peacocks pretty groovy too, but I knew this zoo did not have them loitering and terrorizing visitors on the open walkways.
It’s almost December, but some of the animals were still available for the public’s view. Mr. Man journeyed through each section saving his excitement for the random debris in the opposite direction from the exhibits. It goes without saying that acorns cannot be found littered around our home… A few rocks caught his attention as well…clearly rare excavations… The stick he found became his companion for most of the day. So integral was this playmate that I named it Montesquieu D. Stick. Unfortunately Monty men an untimely demise after my son whacked him entirely too hard on a steel barrier outside the Condor exhibit.
My husband and I enjoyed the apes, especially the Silverback with the baby clutching his leg as he moved throughout the enclosure. My son enjoyed the dirt in one of the potted plants. He only perseverated on grabbing fistfuls of the soil until he noticed the drainage grating on the floor. That, my friends, is why people go to zoos in the first place after all. The following ten minutes were spent with my son surveying the floor in hopes of finding other coverings that have me wondering if his future profession will be in civil engineering…or Mike Rowe’s replacement for Dirty Jobs…
My favorite moment of the afternoon was not watching my delighted son engross himself in their new and incredible playground structures. I relished and absorbed every moment of him sitting on my lap for a bite to eat. I was holding Little Man facing me on a bench outside, balancing his food container in my free hand. My husband shared his apple with me, cutting up pieces and feeding me like the underage goddess I am. My son pointed and was rewarded with a piece of apple that he wasted no time clutching in his small hands. But, he didn’t want the apple for himself; he wanted to feed his Mommy who unselfishly donated her lap for the cause. He also generously offered to feed me his food, which I graciously declined. Midway though his meal I was rewarded with Little Man smooches on my cheek while my daughter fluttered slightly. I ask you, is there anything better than family outings?