So Happy Together

I know if you're older than maybe ten, you're totally humming that song after you saw my title. Just for you. I don't want to imbed it because there are so many pictures on here already. And it's only funny for a little bit. Anyway, on to the regularly scheduled post...

It is so rare anymore that Alan and I both have a full day off together that we decided to really take advantage of it. We didn't do yardwork (although I did spend some time outside watering my new flowers so they don't die), we didn't do housework, and we didn't volunteer to do stuff for other people (not that we mind that either, but we hardly ever say no). We took off. We spent some quality threesome time with Mason at the zoo. He's a pretty stinkin' cute kid, in case we needed to be reminded. He also LOVES his wagon so much I can't put it into words (thanks again, Grandma LPS! Are you proud I refrained from turning your initials into the word "Lips"?).

We have already seen the "Ghost of the Bayou" several times, but this time he was right next to the window for a prime photo op.

We spent a long time watching the elephants. I think they had just been served lunch when we got to the zoo because they were slowly making their way through the food. Their trunks are so dextrous it's amazing! Plus, Mason was so happy to have some uninterrupted quality time with dad.
A lot of the animals were active while we were there. Snakes we haven't seen move were slithering, the tortoises were eating, and the monkeys were climbing all over the place.

Except for this one, that is. Mason told me the monkey was in time-out.

Mason was super excited to see the baby giraffe, but the giraffe went inside for lunch. All we saw from outside was his tail as we approached, so we braved the, uh, shall we call it "odiferous" inside of the giraffe house so Mason could have a peek. From upstairs, from downstairs, and from upstairs again, he was all about watching the little one.

Mason did a fair amount of riding in the wagon, but mostly he wanted to pull it. Since that was a steering disaster, we encouraged him to compromise. He helped me pull it up the really big hills instead of hitting random passerby in the shins. I asked Alan for evidence of this cooperation to use for our future convenience and/or recall when necessary.

Our last stop of the day was to the playground. While Mason spent most of his time there in the snake slide (see the photo update in the right-hand margin), he also discovered that he likes going down this pole. I'm sure Alan is amping up his campaign to install one in the loft so we can slide downstairs instead of walking. I'm pretty excited to rebuff that one. Again. Are there any more logical arguments than not wanting the two year old or his mother to fall through our floor when they miss or lose their handhold on the pole? I mean, some things are genetic after all.