Sorry, once you let Raffi in, he never leaves!
So, yesteday Hubby was off work and by gosh we were going to the zoo. It didn't matter that the rain was pouring down and had been all night. It's not like the weather cared about our plans so why should I care about it? We spent the morning watching DVR'd kids shows and staring at the water pooling in various spots of our backyard.
By 11, I was ready to pop! I tossed a bunch of crackers, cheese, fruit, wet wipes, and other zoo "supplies" into a bag, sent everyone off to potty, and declared that we were by gosh going to the zoo! Off we went in downpour rain, with my three-year-old singing "Rain, rain go away. So WE can go to the ZOO!" After a few other stops, in which we purchased a zoo pass from the local furniture monolith and gave away half of our packed lunch to a "homeless" man dressed better than us, we were finally at the zoo. And miraculously, it was no longer raining.
We parked on the second row, strolled right in, and marveled at the wide open walkways and relative peace of the place. Instead of shouting children and over-stressed moms, we heard monkeys whooping and birds trilling. We stared face to face with two sleeping black bears, their rain slicked bodies pressed tightly against the glass. We joined a line of roaming ducks, practicing our best waddles. We sat on a bench and watched the current pride of Oklahoma City, baby Malee, play and cuddle with her mama and aunt. We slid down the slide in the Children's Zoo again and again. We saw animals that I have never seen before there. It was probably the best zoo experience I have ever had. I can't wait for another rainy day; we're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo, how about you, you, you?