So yesterday we spent the day at The Bronx Zoo and it was a blast. We arrived around 11 a.m. and stayed til they closed at 5 p.m. CootieBoy pretty much slept the entire time, but CootieGirl was awake and enjoyed seeing the animals. She walked almost the whole time (we only had to carry her when we were walking long stretches between animals or when we wanted to go a bit faster).
Denis and I took turns taking her in to the exhibits since they wouldn’t allow strollers in ANY of them. I took her into the World of Birds, which she loved. She was very vocal and did a lot of pointed at the various birds. We also went into the World of Darkness which was all about bats. It was SO dark in that exhibit that I actually kept my hand on a wall at all times so that I wouldn’t bump into anything/anyone. I also escorted her in the World of Reptiles – snakes, lizards, etc. One lizard she really liked was a small monitor lizard that was trying to get out of it’s tank at her eye level. She was fascinated.
But the animal she liked most that I showed her (besides the ducks, squirrels and pigeons that were all over the park – such a NYer, she is) was the turtle. When we were done looking at the turtles she kept pulling me back so she could look at them again. One tank had a HUGE turtle (about 100 lbs.) and one tiny fish and she kept saying “thith” (her word for fish) and after I said the word enough times, she said “turtle” – albeit in slightly mangled toddlerspeak.
At the Children’s Zoo she got to get up close to llamas, goats, ducks, cows, sheep and chickens. I was standing with her near the goats and really took a good look at them and zowie do goats look evil. I know that in the general they are considered to be “evil” animals, but their eyes don’t help them much. Their pupils aren’t round like ours, they are like flattened circles – giving them a REALLY evil look. Needless to say I didn’t linger next to them very long.
When we were done we hopped in the car and it was obvious that CootieGirl was exhausted. At 4:53 p.m. I remember looking at the clock and thinking, “She won’t make it to 5:00 p.m.” – well, at 4:56 p.m. I looked back and she was passed out.
Fun day – pictures can be seen at the Cootiepie Photoblog.