Weekend Happenings

Sometime during the week I decided to be adventurous and plan a trip to the zoo. I didn't tell the kids about my plan, because like most mothers I didn't want to listen to the incesant asking "How much more days 'til we can go to the zoo?" However, on Friday night I mentioned to Jeremy my plan....only as mother's do I spelled out my plan. "I am thinking about taking the kids to the Z-O-O tomorrow...what do you think?" Before he could answer Preston asks "Does Z-O-O spell zoo, mom?" Why yes my sweet it does and please don't learn to spell bigger words!! This question was followed by pleading..."Please can we go, mom? I promise I won't whine anymore today. (we came home from the pool because of whining on Friday....I know I am a mean mom!)

So this morning we got up and headed out to the Z-O-O in Garden City. If you haven't been there it is a nice little zoo and it is FREE! Yep that's right, free. And if you are really lazy, you can even drive through it. And before some of you ask, yes they have all sorts of neat animals. You can see elehpants, tigers, rhinos, giraffes, birds of all sorts, elk, buffalo, camels....the list goes on. The day started fantastic with everyone excited to see the animals and being nice to each other! You can see the rest of our photos here. And the best part of the day is when Preston starts explaining to me which giraffe is the dad and how he can tell the difference...

"the dad has weigh-wos hanging from his belly."

"Yes son he does."

So, what makes this situation so intriguing is that we were viewing the giraffes with a polite mennonite family! I am still hoping that they were not listening too closely. They, however, were not blameless b/c the fatherly one proceeded to FEED the giraffes, which is clearly against zoo rules. Okay, he was just giving them limbs with leaves on them, but still it was clearly stated on the fence that feeding the animals could make them sick! (don't comment about how rude I sound because I am only joking....I would have done the same had I thought of it first).

What made the day even more special is that thanks to our lovely DVD player quitting on the way home I now know more facts about the Titantic that anyone should. Preston talked non-stop from Cimmaron to well past Greensburg. He talked so much that he put himself to sleep...priceless. Cambree was even feeling my pain because from time to time she would say "I talk." Preston would take a deep breath and sigh and allow her a moment to speak, but as soon as that first word came out he was taking over! She finally quit trying and talked to herself. So, if you ever find yourself needing to know something, anything about the Titantic, just give Preston a call!

Here's to adventures!