If you guessed at the park with every other mommy, grandmother and child in the Northern counties of New Jersey, then you are correct! The way I see it? Taking your child to the park on the first nice day of the year is like earning one of your must-have first-time Mommy badges. As we strolled around the park, the contentment of being outside in the fresh air was almost palpable. It was as if months of stress and anxiety, weeks of "oh-my-god-if-I-can't-take-you-outside-child-i'm-going-to-scream" feelings were almost non-existent.
We Mama Bears came out of hibernation. And let me tell you, there is no finer feelin' in the world! If today is any inkling of the exciting days of field trips that Carter and I have ahead of us? Bring on the sunshine, Mr. Spring!
Carter loved seeing the goats and the "moo-cows." Judging by the amount of babbling and raspberry-blowing that took place, those seemed to be his favorites. He also loved the congregation of ducks swimming beneath the covered bridge. He didn't care much for the monkeys, the mountain lions or the pigs, as I'm fairly certain we could have done without those.
The Great American Condors were putting on quite the show for the park visitors. I think my exact words to Carter in this picture were, "These birds are very ugly Baby C and they could eat you."
All in all it was a very successful first trip to the zoo. I think my absolute favorite part was this shining piece of Mom-wisdom that I overheard while leaving the park.
A Mommy was walking to her car hand in hand with what looked like a 3-4 year old little boy. To the oblivious observer, the boy looked upset to be leaving the park but it wasn't as if he was throwing a five-star tantrum. He must've been a little whiny because in a very loud Mom-voice I overheard...
"Now, that sounds a lot to me like whining. And we both know I don't respond to whining. So you're going to have to use your words or else the zoo and all the animals are going to burn to the ground."
Awesome. Because that won't give the kid nightmares or anything. . .