So.. The weather lately has been beautiful. Wednesday, Thursday and today have been GREAT! Mid 60s to low 70s, sunny, a slight breeze and just so dang beautiful. I was really starting to get pumped up for Spring. So pumped up that I actually washed up some shorts and short sleeved shirts for Zoey. I was ecstatic about warmer weather and loads of sunshine.
And then my Mother told me it was going to snow on Saturday. And then I watched the weather just to see if maybe she was losing her mind. Unfortunately, she was correct and they are calling for a blizzard. One similar to the one we had on Christmas Eve, which totally set records in our state because we don’t usually see that much winter precipitation here in central Oklahoma. Are you kidding me!?!?! We’re nearing the end of March and we’re expecting a blizzard?? The thought of snow seriously makes me feel light headed. THAT is how much I despise snow right now. THAT is how much I really want to punch Old Man Winter in the face. I’m not normally this violent either, but this is the kind of emotion that Winter evokes in me. BLIZZARD??!!?!
Yesterday morning hubby stayed home from work and the three of us went to the Zoo. It was going to be a beautiful day and I figured he could take a few hours off of work on account of beautiful weather. Makes sense, no? We pulled onto the street the Zoo was on and I saw the line of cars. The fourteen thousand mile long line of cars. All of them trying to enter the Zoo. All of them having the exact same brilliant plan that I did: Beautiful! Sunny! Cool but nice! Let’s go to the Zoo! For a few minutes while sitting in stand still traffic, I seriously thought of doing a u-turn and driving as fast and as far away from the Zoo as possible but I persevered! I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, Zoey yelled (literally, she yelled. Didn’t cry, didn’t fuss, didn’t whine, just YELLED) and I tried to envision sugarplums and gumdrops and not Claustrophobia Induced Panic Attacks From Massive Crowds And Getting Run Over By Wagons and Strollers. I parked as far away from the Zoo and other cars as I could and decided the long walk would be good for me.
It took us forever to get out of the car and into the Zoo. Gone are the days of just going places quickly. Now we have to unload the car, load up the stroller, make sure we have everything and it just takes a lot more time than it used to. I’m learning patience and learning to just take things in stride. We purchased our yearly Zoo membership and headed to the new Children’s Zoo that just opened up. It was really nice and I’d love to go back some time when it isn’t so crowded. Maybe first thing in the morning in the dead of Summer.. Or is that another brilliant plan that is shared by the masses? I think we may have to start breaking into the Zoo in the middle of the night.

Zoey fed the goats while Daddy held her and protected her from nibbly goat teeth.

She wacked herself in the face with hay (is it hay? I don’t know. I am no agricultural expert.)

She went down a slide, that as you can see, she thought was REALLY exciting

And as we walked the eighteen thousand miles back to the car, she slept peacefully in Daddy’s arms.

Hey, three hours at the Zoo is really hard work on an 11 month old. Especially when your nap time was two hours ago.
Went to visit a friend the rest of the afternoon while Daddy went back to work. We all got home around 6 PM and Zoey was a total Crank Monster the rest of the evening. She was rubbing her eyes at 8 PM and went down without a peep around 9. She slept solid until 8 AM this morning!











