Last week was B week, and I think it was a pretty spectacular B week to be honest. Talmage wakes up every morning saying, "What fun thing did you plan for Mommy school today?" so the pressure is most definitely on! With a city as busy and exciting as this one though, our letter weeks will have no problem being filled. Hopefully. Maybe I shouldn't make that promise when we're only two weeks in?
Bronx Zoo to see the Bears and Butterflies (and dinosaurs!)
Wednesday was free day at the Bronx Zoo. You weren't thinking I had paid the crazy high admission price, right? I do want an annual membership, I think we'd definitely use it. But we can't quite swing it yet, so free day it is. The Bug Carousel is not free, but since it starts with the letter B we splurged. Talmage was in honeybee heaven. Everett sobbed unless I held his hand. He's still such my little baby!
The boys loved all the animals they saw and the rocks they climbed.
By far, by far the most exciting part of the trip was the dinosaur safari. It was T's favorite part of our zoo adventure and we've talked about it almost everyday since. We got on a huge safari truck and were driven through different prehistoric eras; there was even a time-tunnel with misters! The dinosaurs were super realistic and could move and roar.
Poor Ever. See that dinosaur on the right? Well, we learned the hard way that he not only roars but also spits. Water. Right at Everett's head. He immediately started screaming and crying in terror. And that guy on the left? He thought the whole thing was mighty entertaining.
See how real they look? So amazing. If you're ever at this Zoo, make sure you don't miss this exhibit!
Yeah, so. This picture pretty much sums up the rest of our day. Granted, it was 4 pm by the time this was taken, and we'd been out since 9 am, and they didn't have a quiet time (because our water was shut off so we couldn't go home which was the reason we went to the Zoo in the first place). {Exhale} Anyway, I asked the boys to give each other a hug for a picture and they did, but it kind of ended in a bang. Nothing a few band-aids couldn't fix.
These are some really cute but desperately exhausted faces right here!
Imagination Playground: the "Building" park
We have nicknames for some of the parks in our area--maybe that proves that we're becoming more local everyday or maybe it proves that we're one of those annoying families that nicknames everything and everyone (uh, yep, guilty). There's this one park on 81st. They boys really like it. We call it rat park because I have twice seen a rat lurking nearby. I don't like that park so much. This other park is by the south street seaport, and even though it's called Imagination Playground we call it the building park because you can build things with the big blue blocks. It also doesn't help that it's b week!
The boys let their creativity soar, and tried to understand the idea of community property (I think T was yelling, "Don't touch my work!" more than anything else!)
T and his wonderful work.
We realized that this park was super close to Daddy's office so we met him for a picnic lunch by the courthouse. We might have walked under the Brooklyn Bridge and gotten lost in Chinatown before meeting up with him. But it eventually happened, see the picture above as evidence!
Baby Bear's Birthday
I bet you didn't know that a very special member of our family had a birthday this last week. T woke up on Thursday morning telling us that it was Baby Bear's birthday and he was turning three. Baby Bear is T's best little friend, and so a party was positively in order! We had Chinese food for dinner, and then a special dessert.
T was glowing!
T and Baby Bear were blowing out the imaginary candles on his "brown" pudding with bananas!
And finally, on Friday I took the boys to the free evening at the Children's Museum where they could BE a lot of different things. Like:
Firefighters.
Bus drivers.
Taste-testers.
Cutie pies.
And librarians. Or at least book readers!
I was having serious deja vu when I took the boys to McDonalds for fries and berry smoothies. Talmage was Everett's age when we last took this same adventure--oh how time flies!
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