Halloween Breakfast

My wonderful husband knows how much I love holidays so when I got home from the gym (my 5K is taking 37 minutes now) this is the breakfast I was greeted with! Orange Pancakes, Chocolate Chip Jack-o-Lanterns, Green eggs and creamy pumpkin "beer" (as in Harry Potter) in our Jack-lantern cups. Isn't he lovely? It was a wonderful start to the day and (as he intended) I feel loved. Happy Halloween!

My altar call Jack-o-lantern

I love teaching with metaphor. I try to learn from the example Jesus gave by always using this effective teaching technique whenever possible. A friend of mine shared a way to go through basic beliefs in Christ while carving a pumpkin. It sounded good, so I tried it this year as we were alone for carving. (We usually throw a big party for Pumpkin Carving as I LOVE it, but took a year off with baby and all-we will do it next year!!!) But, I am glad we did.

Basically the metaphor is that everyone has goopey yuckiness (sin) in their pumpkin (heart/soul/life) with some bits of good-the seeds. The pumpkin can't clean itself out, or any other pumpkins for that matter. But, someone greater can come along and clean it out (God). It is nasty and gross (Jesus had to die) to do, but must be done to make way for the jack-o-lantern. Then the pumpkin is carved into something new and beautiful to become the jack-o-lantern (just like we are formed into a new and beautiful creation). And only when we let that carving happen (the changes in our character by loving and helping others) can the light shine out (the light of hope and Jesus' story). As the metaphor grew more and more complex with our conversation and carving it even made me more and more thankful for the beauty of God's gift to me and a desire to let my light glow beautifully through.

She responded with such great discussion and questions. It was awesome. She said the sweetest and most sincere prayer that she wanted to be carved like a jack-o-lantern and let her light shine out without the yuckiness inside. It was beautiful.

As I tucked her in I told her that in the Bible it says that God wrote HER name down in His book and the angels were dancing around in celebration and that whenever she was truly sorry she was forgiven. Her eyes sparkled in the nightlight glow. She was so excited she had to get up and tell Daddy. As she drifted to sleep she said "Where do you want to go in our dreams?" (we often meet up for playdates in our dreams) and we decided to go to the party in heaven. We are going to glitter so brightly we are like stars and have long hair with curls and beautiful legs and arms to dance around. Sounds fun. You can come too if you like.

Halloween at Preschool

Aggie had Halloween celebrations today. We made these spider crackers for our contribution to the healthy snack genre at the party (so Family Fun of us, ey?)...

...and attended a funky little costume parade with three songs. I love her preschool because it is so old timey. It is like a piece of my childhood served up on a plate for her. They still use a record player for the background music, they sing outside with no accompaniment facing all directions, they parade through the parents once and then leave us to stare at each other while they trick or treat around the facility and then come back to sing...the production is awkward to say the least. But the awkwardness is the charm. I love it. It just feels healthily slow, loving and child centered.

Our get away to the Desert

We just got back from the desert-Indian Wells. We were there for 7 days of vacation-7 days! My wonderful grandpa let us use his timeshare points so we could stay at a price we could afford-FREE!

We spent most of our time by the pool, at the hotel playground, on the hotel mini golf putting green, playing shuffleboard, having BBQs by the pool. Sounds nice, ey? It wasn't all cream puffs though. Gwynie is a homebody. She did not sleep much in the hotel and we were up a lot (a lot) rocking, nursing and walking. Oh, well-Adam gave me some wonderful moments to read and relax. And we had wonderful experiences with the girls.


We went to the Children's Discovery Museum of the Desert and did wonderful exhibits including a imaginary pizza kitchen and grocery store. They had a wonderful art center with supplies and an area were Aggie got to paint a VW beetle. We had a picnic lunch and saw a real roadrunner roaming around.



We visited a beautiful butterfly house at the Living Desert where a butterfly landed on Aggie's leg, Adam held a butterfly and Gwynie tracked them and tried to grab them. It was magical with butterflies all over the atrium.

We also saw and learned about crowned cranes, zebras, meerkats, camels, and fed giraffes. They have very long tongues!


Our grand finale was a BBQ on the patio with my sister, Aunt Megan and her boyfriend Bly. It was so special to see her and Bly was a great guy. I hope we get more time with him and Megan is always precious. I am so glad she sought me out so many years ago. Without her I wouldn't know a whole side of my family, life and heritage. It was a great week. But, it is nice to be home too. I love the familiarity of my space-but hate the responsibility: bills, CLAD college courses, learning records, work, cleaning, obligations, family problems, yard work....you know the drill.

The heartbreak of your child...

I told my daughter today that another of her close friends was moving away-and pretty far this time. It was horrible to witness the heartbreak. It came up in a story we were reading and I thought-OK now is the time. As I told her I could see the realization on her face and then this low wail started to come. It got so loud I had to close the hotel window and just let her cry it out and tell me how bad it hurt. She said, "If he moves how can I ever marry him?" and "Now only one of the five familes is left with us." and "My heart is hurting so much because it is broken." It was gutwrenching because I feel the same emotions. I just held her and comforted. I told her things like "We will visit." and "He will be back to see his grandparents." But, it is hard to watch your child deal with these times of loss of such young friendships. Harder even than I expected.

I love playing dress up!

We visited the Children's Discovery Museum of the Desert today. It was awesome-I highly, highly recommend it if you have kids under 10ish and can make the drive. (I wish we had something like this in Riverside-maybe Adam and I should start it?) They have crafty arts, painting a VW bug, blocks, magnets, still camera movies to make (Adam loved), optical illusions, right brain/left brain (I rocked at isolating my right brain-apparently the hardest exhibit in the museum to do), weaving a loom, and a baby area to name a few things. It also has tons of imaginative play stuff from archaeologist, to veterinarian, to pizza chef, to grocery shopping, to dress up!!! Aggie and I loved this! Most of our dress up at home is in a size child 4/6 but everything here was thrift shop finds and in my size. Oh, fun. I recruited kids and dressed them up, found stuff for Aggie and had to put a few things on myself. I was the only mom-or adult for that matter, but I don't care. It was so fun to put on those awful prom dresses from my youth (what were we thinking with those sleeves?) and be sassy in fur coats. I love dress up!

Faith and Anne Lamott

I went for a run this morning as I am training for the Mission Inn 5K Run on Nov 11. (I really need to kick it up a notch as I am running with Adrianne Ashley who has run a marathon-a marathon!) Anyway, while I run I listen to books and right now I am listening to Plan B by Anne Lamott. Alyssa turned me on to her back in Anne's Traveling Mercies days and I am in love. Anne is so raw, and honest, and mixed up, and profound, and crude, and beautiful all at the same time. She is so real. We are reading this book for small group so I am really trying to pay attention because I actually have to talk about it with others...so this is the second time I have listened. She said (actually a quote from a priest friend)

...that the opposite of Faith is not Doubt, but rather certainty...

That hit me. I doubt a lot...a lot. More than a pastor's wife is supposed to-or at least admit that she does. I know it is good to question. I know that on the outside. But that is not the day to day reality of living in the limelight of ministry. But, this reality made me realize that when I am certain then I don't have Faith. Faith is stepping out and living a life even amidst the doubts. I love Anne.

Wow-I have a lot of gray!

So this is totally not me-but I want it to be. Is she not hot? I used to color my hair all kinds of weird colors when I was young and funky. Now I am getting older and organic or natural. I guess old and funky just sounds like something that smells like an old pair of gym socks-so natural is better. Anyway, I have grown out all the dye and don't usually see all the gray hairs in my home bathroom, but I was just brushing my teeth in a hotel bathroom that has the harshest fluorescent lights (really bad for the thigh and belly cellulite of a recently pregnant girl) and WOW-POP-a ton of grays all over my brunette head. Crazy. Maybe I will look like my beautiful Mother before I know it. I think it is sexy to be all gray, and so does this fashionista. I hope I can be THIS sexy though!

what a cute suit!

We are in Indian Wells this week on vacation (the reason for the catch up in posting!!!) and spending lots of time by the pool because the weather is perfect and hot. We borrowed this adorable suit from Sofia Lance because we didn't have one that fit Gwyn. Is this not the most adorable thing? How did I miss this one at Old Navy!?!

fun projects

This is the difference in mommy homeschool projects and daddy homeschool projects around our house. Both fun I hope, but different. Dad makes musical glasses so she can play Twinkle Twinkle and Mom makes colored celery sticks to see how plants suck up water through their stems. Good thing there are two of us cause I know I couldn't do the music thing! Good ratio for Aggie-2 teachers for every one student.

a romantic dinner...and a baby?

We don't leave Gwyn yet, but have kept our weekly date nights by dropping Agatha off at Gammy's or Grandma and Grandpa's. We do things like go to the drive in, walk malls, go out to baby friendly resturants and just stay in to watch all our tivoed shows before 10pm. The latter is what we did last Friday, but Adam also made this amazing dinner. We had salmon, artichokes with a creme basil mustard sauce, and garlic potatoes. It was so fun. Adam is a great cook and lucky for me he loves it. We ate off of china and had candles---and guess what! Gwyn slept through it all. It was a wonderful evening-the romance is still alive, even with a five month old and four year old.

Stinks to be second born

Gwyn loves the bath nowadays. She plays this game where she splashes with all arms and legs in hopes that she will get her bather wet. When she does she squeals with delight. But, I have to admit that we don't bathe her everyday...or even every other. Her big sister had horrible diaper rash if we didn't bathe everyday, but she was also our only charge. We try to give Gwyn the same treatment as sister had in so many respects, but on this one we fail miserably. Poor Gwyn, other than having a funny older sister to idolize and entertain her, it stinks to be second born.

Friends to miss

This is Sofia Lance and my little girl Gwyneth. Gwynie is just learning to sit up and thinks Sofia is so cool. She reaches out to her and I know wants to be like her already (Sofia is 5 months the senior). Zeke (their four year old) is the apple of my four year old's eye. She is quite the princess and he loves trucks, but they play together so nicely when it is just the two of them. She already has him picked out as her prince and plans to marry him after they date when they are older (at my request :) But they are going to Redding in January. I know we will see them because they are a part of a group of garden friends that get together every year and they also have family in town that will draw them back occasionally. But still I am sad. I love their mommy. My husband and their daddy have quite a history and friendship. Our hearts will yearn for their presence. I cry whenever I think of the fact that they won't grow up together like I thought they would. And now I am faced with the prospect of telling this news to my very aware four year old. Yucky. But at least a friend pointed out that maybe now they can get married instead of growing up like brother and sister... :)

My little Musician

I have always wished I were more musical. I played the piano and the clarinet for a while in grade school and took 3 years of voice in college-so I can read music and carry a tune. I guess that is musical by some standards. I practice guitar occasionally and have taken lessons. I want to be able to play a strong rhythm part on acoustic so I could play along with a band or accompany myself singing simple folky songs. But I think that is as high as I should aim at this point. I am more the visual artist. But, I have always been related to and attracted to real musicians. I dated quite a few and married an awesome one. He has to bring some sort of guitar on vacation or he can't really relax (on this one he has a ukulele for by the pool, keyboard and full size electric to lay down tracks on his laptop) The people that surround me in life often have musical lives. I have a dad and sisters who all exude musical skill and talent. And now my little girl is blossoming into quite a musician. She has taken piano for almost a year now and loves to create her own music, play little melodies and is beginning to read music. She started violin at the end of the summer and even though it is a challenge she is getting things I don't even understand. This morning Adam was playing the guitar and Aggie just started singing free melodies along with his chords. She is always on key and follows him as much as he follows her. They can just create music. She sings all day (I mean ALL DAY). And if I can think of a cute little song in homeschooling she learns whatever we are doing so much quicker. She knows so many melodies and can recognize them anywhere. I am in awe. She wants to be a rock star and I know she can-just remember to send a shout out to your old mom and sing me You are My Sunshine.

a day at the pumpkin patch

We went to a fun little pumpkin patch on Oct 15 at a local organic farm called Tanaka Farms. It was so picturesque and educational. The kindergarten teacher in me loves that! This is the patch that we romped through with black wheelbarrows to choose the perfect pumpkins for carving. They intentionally planted seed late as well so we could see the whole life cycle of a pumpkin so we looked at the vines, blossoms and small green pumpkins on those green plants as well. The entire patch was lined with 6-8 foot tall sunflowers and they had the coolest green beetles on them (I think they were ladybug relatives). There was a live corn maze, a tractor pulled wagon ride, and a petting zoo. They also do watermelons in summer strawberries and organic veggie picking in the fields. We had a wonderful Fall day learning about pumpkins and celebrating the harvest season.

Why I am a environmentalist...

We recently did a DARE to know, grow and go series at church. It dealt a lot with social injustice and it was awesome. I wish these kind of issues were the topic of every sermon. But I heard little rumblings of "Is our church going liberal?" Oh, gracious. I am a liberal I guess, but I think Jesus calls us to care for people and His creation. Doesn't he? I was raised to think this way and come from a family that has these concerns ingrained. I don't think it is a politically liberal issue to care about the earth. I think it is being good stewards of the beautiful creation we have been blessed with. No matter what state you believe the environment is in, why-with all these easy ways to be sensitive-make more of an impact than we need to?

Some simple things we do are (at least the seem simple to us):

*hang clothes on a line outside instead of the dryer

*use ALL energy efficient light bulbs

*recycle everything that is recyclable-plastic, metals, paper

*compost all organic materials

*use flush able or cloth diapers

*eat organic and fair trade foods

*avoid chemicals in detergents, pesticides, soaps, and cleaners around the home

*take our paint and batteries to the hazardous waste collection days

*water less and plant all drought tolerant plants

*shorter showers and no running water while brushing teeth

*avoid using paper products-and never Styrofoam

*drive a lower gas mileage car

*have ceiling fans and run the air/heat as little as possible

*use rags instead of paper towels

*no chemicals on our lawn

*donate everything we don't want or need to goodwill instead of sending it to a landfill

*use canvas bags when shopping

*fill sport bottles for on the go water rather than water bottles

*wash all clothes in cold

*run the dishwasher only when jammed full

*natural bug control-no pesticides

*use recycled paper products for toilet paper, napkins, etc.

*walk to events when possible, rather than drive

Some harder or more expensive things we are striving toward:

*drive a hybrid car ($5000 more)

*drive a motorcycle or scooter (where to put the kids? :)

*install solar panels on our house (will the historic society let us? and do you have $30,000?)

*buy organic or fair trade clothes (Target is more our price range)

*use cloth napkins instead of paper (hm...lazy)

*mow with battery operated or push mowers (we still have a service)

*use less individual serving pre-packaged snacks (then I have to have self control!!!)

*remember to take my refillable coffee mug to Starbucks

*flush less-I just can't leave pee in the toilet yet (though I did this growing up)

Just thought I would let people in to our life a bit because I guess I grew up thinking everyone was like this, but am now realizing that is not the case. I was kind of taken aback when Adam explained that some people think Environmentalist are just pushing their agenda to make a profit and that people actually think the earth is fine. I guess I am naive there, but I just want to earth to be all God created it to be for a long time. Why not? It is not that hard.

I found some great groups of Believers that are living this green lifestyle too. It is ok to be a Believer in Jesus and love the earth-really. Earth Ministry, and Restoring Eden Maybe we should start a chapter out here. Then I would really be weird (not that my baby wearing, homeschooling, organic, green, extended nursing, co sleeping ways haven't conveyed that message already to my surrounding so cal suburbanite conservative Christians-oh well.)

Gwyn, the rider

Gwyn is ultimate connoisseur of baby carriers. She loves to be in on the adult action and would rather unload the dishwasher in the Bjorn, take the clothes off the line in the Moby, vacuum in a sling than any excersaucer out there. All babies like to be worn, but with her GERD I think she does even more. She is so content, happy and observant up there. Her ultimate day would be: sleep, nurse, change a diaper, ride, nurse, sleep, bath, ride, nurse and a little more sleep. She is my little rider. But, wow-my back gets tired.

Amber came to town

A good friend of mine, Amber Parmer, came to town for the morning. It is always good to catch up with her because she is so relaxed and easy going. Our times together are always just a half of a day once or twice a year, but they are like no time has passed between. She was my maid of honor and I her matron (good times to be called a matron). We have known each other since we braved a very testosterone heavy architecture class freshman year in high school and been great friends since. She has always been the giver, coming to live with me while I planned my wedding, coming to visit me with my kids and I hope that when she needs, she will call and I will go. I hope I will go even when she doesn't need or call. I need to be a friend like her. She is awesome and faithful and beautiful and extremely smart (engineer for water in her city) and free (studied in Germany for fun). I love when she visits!

Riverside Pride

We went to the Mission Inn Museum here in town as a part of our Riverside unit on Friday. We learned all about Frank Miller, the rise and decline of the Mission Inn, Duane Roberts, The Festival of Lights and the establishment of Riverside. We love our town and are secretly passing that on to Aggie through the guise of a homeschool unit. Plus, we are bribing her with fancy food by taking her to the Mission Inn Restaurant to eat on the patio for lunch under the old rotating clock. It was a great day...And we signed up for the Mission Inn Run-I am going to run the 5K and Aggie the 1/2K.

We also stumbled upon this great find! It is a 48 star silk flag made by Riversidians in 1903 to wave when Pres. Teddy Roosevelt came to the Mission Inn. Crazy!!! We bought a 104 year old flag for $5. They found a few boxes and now are selling them. Aggie is standing in front of the picture of Teddy and Frank Miller at the Mission Inn. This flag is almost exactly 100 years older than her!

Coming up on Oct 15

Green Day in Blogdom. Let's all post! Thanks Jess for making me aware.

Natural Pest Control

I do not generally like bugs-unless they are girly and harmless like butterflies, ladybugs and um I think that is it. Adam classifies my fear of bees as irrational, I may give him that. But, I also have a completely (in my opinion) rational fear of cockroaches/spiders and an annoyance of ants. Anyway, we have always paid for a Pest Control Service because if it. When we had kids I started to worry about the fact that the back of the bill lists poison control numbers and a disclaimer that we understood that they were spraying poison. Then when my bug guy got annoyed that I started composting a few years ago my concern grew. You're just attracting them, he would say. I started thinking that it was rather silly that I paid more and went out of my way to buy organic groceries, and then ate my own home grown fruits and veggies that had pest defense junk on them. But, finally the last straw was that I reduced my workload and thusly my paycheck. We were simplifying and the pest control is one thing that went. (Funny that the financial is what finally made me go green here.) As I was hanging the clothes on the line today I saw some ants and quite a few spiders. I started thinking, maybe I should get around to researching those natural pest defense ideas I know I could find on the Internet (My daughter has started saying-Yeah, I know that because I read it on the Internet...her source of information is so different than mine at four). This is what I found. EathEasy.com. Awesome site, awesome ideas. Gotta get to work on it though-if I see a roach in my house I will freak out...Wish me luck.

Missing art

I miss creating art. I am a printmaker of mostly Monotype prints, but have worked in watercolor and acrylic over the years. I have my very own press and inks that I have tried in the past to set up in the corner of my small home, but with kids and various guests it has always been a challenge to keep it up. Plus, right now it is near impossible to get make-up on and keep up on laundry and vacuuming with my infant, four year old and part time job. So, I haven't worked since I was pregnant 6 or so months ago. This is a piece I displayed at the Riverside Art Museum, where I am member. I love being involved in art and the art community, but I am so out of it right now. I recently went to a LA Printmaker's Society and Jesus Cruz prints opening at RAM with the fam and popped into a Monotype seminar put on by my mentor Ron Pokrasso (that I would have attended had I not been in infancy confinement). I can feel myself getting anxious to work again. I know the time is coming, my little girl is only getting older and my soon-to-be-finished garage/art studio will be here (I hope) this Fall/Winter, but I miss art. I miss creating. I miss being in those moments of expression. Especially after the day I had yesterday!

Celebrating New Life

I met this wee baby today. She is breathtaking. Allison looks just like Haley and has the most dainty, long fingers and huge Aaron Foor feet! She is so small that I can hold her in one hand and even Newborn things are huge, but she is healthy and nursing away. New lives are just amazing. The beauty of God's creation and the gift He gave to women to bear children is just overwhelming. Their smell, their fragility, their soft cuddles...I love the miracle of it all. I walked into the Foor home and it just smelled like birth-I love that smell. I never ask to hold other's babies because I know they need their parent's touch most, but of course I got to hold this one and she was so precious! Em is beautiful and strong and feminine. She is well and resting with her new family of five!

New baby is here!

Baby Allison Katherine Rose Foor is here!!! Emily is amazing and beautiful and made it through over 48 hours of induced labor! Baby and Mom are nursing in the birthing room as I write and the baby is so healthy they haven't even weighed her yet. Aaron is excited and tired. Everyone came through and the Foors are now a family of five. I can't wait to meet her. I can't wait to hug Em. I can't wait to celebrate this new life.

Edit: I found out Sunday that she weighs 5bs14oz. Tiny and sweet. I will meet her tomorrow.

Amazing childbirth and me, a doula?

I am a big believer in the power of femininity and woman's body to carry out the amazing feat of childbirth. I trust a good doctor to help out when medical crisis is involved, but I don't think healthy childbirth is that. I had natural births, not because I felt I had something to prove as cynics accused me of, but because I believed I could do it, that I wanted to do it. I wanted to experience all the joy and beauty, and along with that came some pain, yes, but nothing my body wasn't created to handle. Every contraction helped move my baby, squeeze the excess fluid from her, prepare her. I didn't like intervention like monitors, IVs, etc and avoided them when I could. I had a doula at both births and loved them both dearly. So did my husband. He could just be my loving husband and experience it with me, not have me depending on him to know every answer, know how to make me comfortable, know what to tell the nurses, know how to fix it. Doulas relive tension. I highly, highly, highly recommend them. I love this beautiful thing of birth so much that I have often times of late thought of becoming a doula myself. I think I am done with my own births, but if I could be there to help bring other beautiful babies into the world in as natural and peaceful way as possible...I think I would love that. I love supporting women, empowering them to believe in themselves and their bodies. But, today--oh, today--my best friend was having a baby. She had to have every interference in the book from pitocin to her bag of waters artificially broken to an epidural. She is not as opinionated as me, but she has had two other children fairly naturally and I know she wanted the same. But, they induced her early because she lives far from medical facilities. I just found out it came out OK and the epidural helped her body relax and she was able to push the baby out after her body moving through transition. But for the last two days I have felt for her and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and baby and just bring them safety and peace. I wanted her to have that wonderful moment of putting baby on her chest all sloppy and singing to her while nursing for the first time. I wanted baby's new life to begin with peace. God answered our prayers, they had those moments. But, I had to realize it is not my birth. It is not my birth. It is not my birth. I can't control it. I can't make decisions. I can't save it. It is not my birth. I just have to love and support. Being a doula would be hard on these days. I am seeing both sides. I talked with my doula and she was amazing, but I have to keep repeating my new doula mantra. It is not my birth, just support this experience. Hmmm...

dinner with new neighbors

We had dinner with the lovely Dunlaps this evening at the Cheesecake Factory (can they have bigger plates or more things on the menu, please?). It was so nice (the company, not the mass amounts of food). They love Riverside, love the history, love the neighborhood, are in education, know people we know, love kids, never give me bad vibe about lugging my infant around everywhere, are organic, karen is quirky, steve adores her, they are "members of the green party" (as someone called me today as I changed a flushable g diaper), spend their time off bettering their home, love the outdoors, go running, are artistic, love music, love God, love pop culture, quote the same movies as us, have honest hearts, cling to their crazy kid side (by still going to late night rock shows), are recovering rock stars...can I list anything else we have in common or that I love about them? Awesome that we are neighbors now. I am so excited.

my youtube fun

So-my last giggle you tube giggle post! He is so funny! This is my new quotable line of the week. "He was injured, injured bad."

why I'm artsy FARTSY mom

So, my blog is artsyfartsymom because I'm a mom, I'm an artist and I love a good, embarrassing fart story. I watch Regis and Kelly and this is the best fart I've seen in a while.

We Want The Funk

Have you seen this commercial yet? I cry with laughter everytime I see it. I make my husband rewind the Tivo and watch it over and over.

Avoidance and Procrastination

Do you ever avoid doing responsible things? Sure you do. Everyone does. I am doing it. I have to write Learning Records for the State about what my students have done over the last month. They each take about 45 min. and I have 6, count them 6 to write before bed tonight. It is 9:50, my kids are fast asleep and we are sitting on the couch with laptops. But, what am I doing? Blog surfing. I really avoid these Learning Records like the plague. I'm pretty responsible usually, but these just kill me. Why do I do that? Why do we do that?

Zoo Day

Have you ever seen a Koala being really active? We just happened to see this guy at dusk which is when they wake to eat. He his so cute-we all think they look like Gwyn because she is so serious and matter of fact about everything. We went to Free Founder's Day at the San Diego Zoo yesterday and had so much fun. It was a bit crowded-but FREE! We saw and learned one new fact about flamingos, mandrill monkeys, orangutangs, gorillas, chimpanzees, elephants, a rhinoceros, sea lions, koalas, crocodiles and gallapagos tortises. It was a fun day with my fun little family. Gwyn hardly slept it was all so exciting!

The infamous shrimp eating pink flamingos.

Look how close the rhino is!

I love the Zoo! Now we have to make our What I Learned at the Zoo book.