. . . And in which I post entirely too many pictures.
Well, maybe, so maybe my daughter wasn't actually attacked by a lorikeet. But saying "pecked" wouldn't make for a very exciting headline, would it?
I'll start at the beginning. Last week, our sweet four-year-old became a sweet five-year-old, so we celebrated by taking a zoo trip. We even convinced my parents that a day walking up and down hills with eight children would be a fun way to spend their Monday!
Last time we were at the zoo, she called those pink birds, "Flingos".
But now she actually says flamingos. Growing up . . .
Cotton candy at the zoo that she didn't have to share with her six year old brother? Now that's an unforgettable birthday gift from Grandma and Grandpa!
Actually, though, I think she ended up sharing some with her siblings since she discovered that a large tub of pink cotton candy was a bit more than she could manage.
The Dallas Zoo is one of our favorite family field trips but it was extra-special this time to have Grandma and Grandpa along!
We saw the usual zoo critters -- cheetahs, warthogs (that reddish pile of fur in the background) . . .
Wallabies . . .
Or are those kangaroos . . .
Emus . . .
More emus (the Australian section was popular this time) . . .
And . . . ten year old girls?!
Here's an even less frequently seen sight --
A picture of me with my beautiful mother! (No rude comments on my hair - it was a fairly cold day (at least by Texas standards) and it was warmer to wear my hair down!)
The Australian section led us to a new exhibit during which you could actually walk into the lorikeet enclosure and they landed on you, and, apparently had one lorikeet was a little too interested in my 14 year old daughter's ear. It actually drew blood, but how many people can claim they have a lorikeet scar on their ear?!
No, I did not join my family when they went in with the lorikeets. I've always had this thing about birds flying around my head. It possibly stems from our very old garage when I was little that always had sparrows flying around in it, but my dad always made me go in there to get the dog food anyway. Traumatic, as you can imagine. (actually, I'd make my kids do the same thing . . . while I stood safely in the house).
What does that story have to do with the zoo trip? Not much.
So now another zoo trip is done. My four year old is five, but just as sweet and smiley as ever.
Our family zoo pass has expired for the year . . .
But Grandpa got his fill of pictures . . .
And we all got plenty of exercise . . .
And some great pictures of grandparents and grandkids.
There were two important lessons learned at the zoo on that day.
The first one, by my twelve year old:
Don't insist that you can still fit between the same two poles that you did last year. Your family will try to help you prove your point!
And the second important lesson learned at the zoo:
If you're our good friends from Illinois who happen to be in Dallas without letting us know, make sure we don't catch you at the Zoo! (It was great fun to see you, Ashley and Becca!)
Y'all have a great weekend!