It's All Happening at the Zoo

I learned three things yesterday. Sometimes it doesn't matter if you forget to pack the pacifier, the wet-wipes, the camera or the right stroller...or even argue about it with your husband. You can still have a great time at the zoo. Harry got remarkably up-close-and-personal with a couple elephants (a word he still can't pronounce...hey, it's a big one), the pandas and even the super endangered and reclusive red panda, which sidled right up to him. Credit the blustery cold, absence of crowds and a little luck. We are officially a winter zoo family, declares Paul.

Number two: It doesn't matter how closely you watch your children, they can still surprise you with horrifying feats. Chartotte was two inches from me, seated in her bouncy chair, and somehow Harry managed to take the Swifer pole and plop the square, hard mop head on her head. Creative, yes. But oh so wrong my friends. I'd show you a picture but I was too busy slowing my heart to grab the camera.

Three: Do not leave any child below the age of 12 alone with your knitting. I'm making an adorable, very hippie sweater for Charlotte...if Harry will let me.