Earlier this week it snowed... snowed!! And I panicked that I wasn't going to be able to go to the zoo this year.
So we packed up the car with coats and blankets, put on our warm hats and went to see the chilly animals.
Uncle Evan had his own stroller to push.
And yes. We played chicken.
Kenley ran all over that place and was amazed with the giraffes.
(See above right face for said amazement)
There was an exhibit of paintings done by the monkeys at the zoo.
Kenley ran her little self into exhaustion! She slept sweetly through all the noise, and transitions from stroller-to-car and carseat-to-crib.
On a side note......
I had thought that having my own baby would lessen some of my baby crazies.
But it has, in fact, gotten much worse.
Having my own sweet baby (especially such a healthy, lovey, giggling, cuteness smuggler) has turned me into mush.
I swoon over squishy babies.
I squeal in a high pitched baby voice over amazing stunts, like.... rolling over.
It's actually very annoying. My friend Shmeg even makes fun of me... which, if you know her, means i'm pretty ridiculous.
Also, Kenley is in the "Baby loving" phase. She sweetly says "Baby!" and wants to touch every baby she sees, everywhere we go.
Which of course I love, (because how cute can she get?!) and makes my baby-craze soooo much worse.......
Please forgive me when i tell you for the tenth time how adorable/sweet/smart your baby is..... I think it's a sickness, really.
Plus, your baby is really cute.
