Yeah, so, we live three minutes from the San Francisco Zoo so we spend a lot of time there. It’s pretty cool that we can just pop into the zoo for a few hours and wear The Kid out, and then get home by nap time (for all of us).
Every visit, The Kid discovers his new favorite part of the zoo. This time, it was the petting zoo. He spent most of his time in the petting zoo marveling at the ducks, and by “marveling” I mean chasing them. Poor ducks. Eventually, he discovered the goats.
After the petting zoo, we went to lunch where the seagulls are not totally scared of you.
And then we went on the train, because – duh – train.
My brother-in-law Tony commented on this photo on BookFace, saying “I don’t think you’ve ever looked more like a mom than in this photo (it’s a compliment – you look great).” Umm, thanks?
So anyway, we’ve stopped bringing the stroller to the zoo (and most other places), because The Kid hardly rides in it anymore, and I spend all my time pushing an empty stroller. Of course, not having the stroller is super fun for mighty, mighty good man David.