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a day at the zoo

i'm waaaaay behind again.

but it's worth nothing that we took john to the zoo on sunday. i know, he's only eight months, how much could he possibly enjoy the zoo, right? well i'll tell you a secret: mom loves the zoo, and john is the perfect excuse for her to walk in a park and look at cool animals.

much as expected, john was more interested in the other kids at the zoo than he was in any of the animals. he did seem to like checking out a spectacled bear from the andes and he certainly liked the monkeys - at one monkey cage, he even clapped his hands. we cheered for the monkeys together. they were really quite accomplished at being monkeys. he also seemed at least moderately amused by the elephants who were swaying their butts back and forth in the direction of the crowd.

john did NOT like the squawking parrots. he thought they were interesting and pretty until they yelled, then he wanted no part of them. i can't say as i blame him - i'm not the biggest fan of them myself!

it was a great day overall - a beautiful family sunday with a sunny day and nice weather, and i even saw rhinos so how could that be a bad day? in my world it can't!

but i can't wait to bring john back to the zoo when he gets it a little more.

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