This is probably the lamest post EVER in the history of the world of the Wildlights at the Zoo ever made by a young, LDS, student wife living in Columbus. I don't have any pictures of the dang thing. Not even the obligatory picture in front of the lake with the lights reflecting off the water. The one that people take every year to measure how much their kids have grown? Yeah that one.
But I guess I should attempt to document it anyway.
Emerson was really excited to go bye-bye and meet Daddy at the zoo. I'm not sure how much he understood about where we were going, but he was happy to get out of the house. We braved the rush hour traffic and arrived at the zoo just after 6:00. We called Ben and waited for him to meet us from school...and he was just leaving. So we waited in the car for him, and 45 minutes later he finally arrived and we were excited to go see the lights we'd heard so much about. I'm not sure how many times I sang "The Wheels on the Bus" to Emerson, but it was many. And it's officially his new favorite song.
We bundled him up and went inside, thankful that we have zoo passes (best money spent ever, seriously) and started walking around. I was pretty impressed. The lights weren't as good as Temple Square, but they were pretty dang cool. The little lake was surrounded by lit up trees and they had them flashing on and off to music every 1/2 hour. Emerson thought it was cool and really liked moving his head to the music. We didn't see too many animals, although we did look. We were lucky enough to see Santa's reindeer though.
We were torn about taking E to see Santa at the zoo, and decided to go for it since the line wasn't long. I think we both knew in our hearts that he would hate it, but we got him excited anyway and taught him to say "Santa" in line and "ho ho ho" although he says it "ho uh-oh!". The moment arrived, and we handed him to Santa and he promptly started screaming and crying and saying "Mamamama!" and reaching for me. We just kind of laughed and told him he was ok while they took his picture. Then when it was all over he said "Bye-bye" in his really sad voice while waving like he couldn't wait to get out of there. Of course I forgot my camera and we didn't feel like spending $13 on a picture, so we have no documentation of the traumatic event. Only Emerson's emotional scars will live on to tell the tale.
So we had a good time, and it got us all in a Christmasy mood.
2 comments:
Well at least Emerson will not be subjected to looking at the "crying-Santa picture" of himself every year of his life like my kids are. But you can show the one you went back and took later and then go into the story.
Seriously, he is so dang cute in his little hat, no wonder he suddenly likes hats.
I'm pretty sure that when he's wearing his little hat, it's my absolute favorite thing ever! Those little rosy cheeks are just adorable! They're like little pillows!
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