Baguette is probably not looking at elephants.
My dad and stepmom were in town this past weekend, and while Mr. Sandwich did his 20-mile run (someone’s training for the L.A. Marathon next month), the four of us went to the Los Angeles Zoo.
Baguette wasn’t particularly interested in the animals, but she did enjoy spinning and walking in circles. She enjoyed me doing that, too.
She was less interested in riding in the stroller we rented, although it was handy for pushing around the diaper bag, which still weighs a ton for reasons I can’t quite identify. And while she did walk, for an awful lot of the time, she wanted me to carry her.
Which really pointed out to me that I don’t particularly care for the L.A. Zoo. There is a lot of walking involved in a visit, and when you’re carrying a toddler, it’s a long way between animals.
A long way.
This is why I still haven’t joined a gym.
My kids were practically born at our zoo. No, seriously. They’re so familiar with it that they almost take it for granted, so we use our visits to just burn off energy. Squish can now run an entire lap of the zoo, which is three miles.
Last summer we went to the Santa Barbara Zoo, which she liked better. I think a lot of the enclosures provided her with better viewing–and she missed the dog, so she was really into animals because one of them might be Wicket.