On Monday we had the great pleasure of going to the zoo with a friend of mine, Trista (not to be confused with my sister), and her son Draven. Draven is seriously the happiest, most good-natured baby I have ever been around. How did she get so lucky? Ali, take note please!
The weather was to die for, we went early before it got too hot- or too crowded, and both kids did amazingly well even when we ran over naptime. Both also promptly crashed on their respective car rides home.
This was Ali’s second foray to the zoo. This same zoo, to be exact. Last time was in August (13ish months old) and boy what a difference eight months can make! The girl was excited for days, seriously had trouble falling asleep the night before, was generally just pumped. While the animals didn’t prove to be as interesting as it seemed she thought they would be, the zoo itself was quite a hit.
In the gift shop we let her pick up a toy and she hose a tiny stuffed monkey that has since been named “Monkey River” after one of her favorite songs from her favorite CD. She’s been sleeping with MR and taking it everywhere. Which is not unusual, we have definitely entered a “lovey” stage, though the object itself rotates from week to week. For better of worse, I totally encourage it, asking her if she wants to bring a “friend” when we leave the house. It’s just so adorable.