Riley and Avery

We went to Cheyenne Mountain Zoo recently. We went on a weekday morning and we had nearly the entire zoo to ourselves. That was really cool. And it was earlier than we usually go, so all the animals were relaxed and active. We saw so many animals that we rarely get to see well up close right up against the glass. Like the Amur Tiger and the Amur Leopard. The girls really got a kick out of it. Riley got to feed the baby giraffe. Avery wanted to, but was nervous about the adult giraffes standing over the baby with their black tongues hanging out begging for crackers. I tried to tell her that if she crouches down she can go under the big giraffes and get to the baby, but that was a no-go. The highlight, as always, was watching the baby gorilla. We'd been watching her every time we go and it's cool to see how they develop so much like humans. She was climbing around and falling a bit and chasing after her mom and climbing on her all the time (hmmm...just like Avery).

And some random stuff:

Avery says "yeah" like "yay-yuh" now like she's from the south or something. It's funny. She also is working on her "l"s and says them better than Riley. For instance she now says "blue" instead of "bwoo". And I think that she may finally be outgrowing her size 5 1/2 shoes. Finally, at 2 1/2.

Riley is nuts. There's no way around it. She's just crazy. And I'm too exhausted to go over it right now.

The lady at the grocery store story (that I've already told to some): We were grocery shopping and Riley was just absolutely horrible, just terrible. I can't spare the emotion now to describe it, but I was in bad shape by the time I got to the parking lot. I put the groceries in the car and then put the kids in and closed the doors. I go to return the shopping cart to the return thing which is two parking spaces away from where I was parked and this over-the-hill bottle-blond woman (you know the kind with big hair and too much makeup, who's about 57 and tries to look 17?) in a convertible pulls up and says "Don't you think it's too hot to leave your kids in the car? Are the windows cracked?" and I'm like "They've been in there for 10 seconds, and now that I'm talking to you, they've been in there for 20 seconds" and she says in a really snarky and condescending way "Just remember, you love your children." I seriously could have killed her. Besides, it's April, not August. It was 55 degrees tops. Yes, a little warm in the car, but not enough for us to even roll down the windows or put the AC in when we're driving. So, whatever. And them Riley continues her antics all the way home. I thought that someone was going to die that day.

Hmmm...I thought there was something else I was going to blog about, and now it escapes me.