At the zoo...

Jack, Jen and I went to one of our zoo's free days this fall. I love the zoo.

This is me at the zoo once. With Dustin, when he had beautiful golden curls that my mom couldn't bear to cut. Until someone said "what a cute little girl" and after that he got a haircut. But that didn't happen at the zoo. At least I think not.

When I was a kid, I thought this covered wagon was the best thing ever. It was like a Little House on the Prairie dream come true.

Jack wasn't quite so impressed. But Jen has a good pioneer-facing-hardship-with-determination-yet-mild-trepidation face.

Observing the penguins.

This is the gorilla. Another childhood digression: When I was little the gorilla that lived at the zoo loved to run around like crazy and pound on the glass where people were looking through. Which I'd probably do too if I were him. But I was terrified of the gorilla exhibit. For years.

This was our favorite monkey. It is very hard to get a picture of a monkey.

Our lunch: 6 croissants, swiss cheese, and chocolate covered pretzels. All the people eating their PB&J must have been so jealous.

And the giraffes. Oh how I love the giraffes.

The end.