She's her father's daughter. In case you've ever met him, you'd know
Our cute company
Me, post bird poop
The deed
Our cute company
Feeding the giraffes (harder than I thought btw)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Crap and the zoo
so a few weeks ago, my cousin Tatum and I headed to the zoo. It was a sad reality that my kids went to the zoo twice last year and I was not with them either time. In fact, I hadn't taken them to the zoo since Tucker was about 4 months. It was about time I stepped up my mommy game. We had a grand time, although I should've brought the double stroller because poor Tatum had to listen to my wonderful children whine and cry over the cheap one-seater stroller the whole time. My poor choice resulted in me pushing the umbrella stroller with one hand (more like 4-wheeling through the dirt I might add) and holding a child with the other hand (not easy when the children become bigger). We got to feed the giraffes, which Tucker was VERY excited about and see the new aquarium (which was alright, didn't live up to the hype I thought). Oh yeah, and a bird POOPED on me....within the first 15 minutes (mid-flight too). I shouldn't be surprised, birds follow me wherever I go. Call me a regular port a john for birds. Last year, at the Wildlife Zoo in CA, a bird pooped on poor Grace. All over her shirt. I had to strip her, wash her shirt off in the bathroom and let her be shirtless until it dried. When I was younger and on another family vacation in Tijuana (not the real vacation spot, just a day trip) a bird pooped on my HEAD and shirt. I was traumatized to say the least. Birds just follow me (and my offspring) wherever we go. It's annoying.
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3 comments:
Well poop aside :) you looked really cute. I am glad you got to take your kids- I envy your location :)
I can't believe you got pooped on! Now I'm going to start watching the skies when I go to the zoo. :)
Cute pic of Grace. You sure are going to have your hands full if those kids are like their dad. lol.
I was with you when the bird pooped on us in Tijuana. I remember we had to go to the bathroom IN A BAR! That was also a traumatic first experience. And I was with you when the bird pooped on Grace. Some animal experiences are too up close and personal.
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