I Need to Shave

Today is a day that went on about four hours too long.

Just saying.



We went to the Bronx Zoo a while back- it's a zoo, it's in the Bronx, it's not deceptively named. We got a season pass last season and have been a three or four times. It's a great place - sea lions, reptiles (they caught that snake that got out so that's cool), tigers, elephants, chimps . . . you get the point - it's a large zoo, with zoo type things.

Charlie in a giant birds nest.                                Charlie in a giant spider's web.

Charlie as a prairie dog. 

Actual prairie dogs.

 Crocs:

Giant "tree" slide. I think each of these pictures represents 5 times Charlie went down the slide. We have a slide at the park on our block . . . we don't have orangutans. But did she care?

 Giant turtle children.

This rabbit could have been Asher's long lost best friend. He laid right down, "Hello," annoyed looking (and I have to assume heartless) people stepped around him.

Bug carousel:

We took the monorail (what's it called?) out and about through the wild life preserve. This was about the time we realized that it was an hour past Asher's nap time. So, well played, us. But what could go wrong?

Well, you know how they have those Wait in Line area's where they have waist high fences that tell you how to stand in line (no idea what they're called)? Well, that was full. The Over Flow Stand in Line area that they use when they're busy? That was full. The entrance to the section? Full but no line making fences - how did we survive? The pre-entrance area, where they have drinking fountains and space to sit and eat snacks? Full. The "African Bazaar" that full of shows and shops vaguely related to the region which just happens to be situated in fifty yards in front of the monorail pre-entrance area? Yeah, full of people in a line. 

Dianna asked, "Just skip it?" And, having no idea the monorail had more extra levels than Scientology said, "Nah, how long could it take?

Needless to say we were frazzled and pissed before we even got on. 

 Tiger.







Then the tram broke down.

Within sight of the platform.

For 45 minutes.

Our car mates were horrible stare-y people and Asher needed a diaper. In fact, when the extremely apologetic tram driver asked if there was anything she could do for us (there was not) someone in the car next to us yelled, "My daughter needs to pee." Someone, four cars up, yelled, "How old is she, I have some extra pull-ups." So we all passed the pull-up down so this poor girl could wee.

Needless to say, this is a fake smile.

But we got out (clearly, as I am typing this not beating out in Morse code on the skull of our tragically eaten tram mates). The hustle back to the car was impeded by Charlie needing to pee, me needing caffeine and a bunch of people who, to this day, have no idea how close they came to be ground beneath a strollers wheels. And once we were in the car . . . everything was good. One of those times that the bad (Is there a chance the track could bend?) were dramatically out weighed by the good.

And you can totally see that in the pictures.