Yesterday, we went to Brookfield Zoo with some special friends from our church. [true devotees of the Ewoldt family will want to note that there were 6 children 4 and under, 3 of whom were under 2 — God give us strength!]
Despite our love affair with the zoo, I have to confess that on clear days (such as yesterday), as I drove east, I had a crazy desire to ditch the zoo plans and head straight for the Chicago skyline.
We’ve found that our length of time spent at the zoo is largely based on the good mood of our kids. [ie: it’s all good ’til the meltdown happens] Yesterday, we made it 4 whole hours! [baby steps … baby steps …]
The only downside to the whole excursion was the missing (or rather, loaned out) elephant. …breaking my son’s tiny heart and making the mantra “Ehpah! [insert raspberry noises]” he’d been screaming the whole trip to Brookfield … well, just futile. Poor Aidan. Life is so hard. It’s a good thing there are still tigers.