First Trip to the Zoo

I've been waiting for quite a while to take my baby boy to the zoo for the first time. I knew he wouldn't really get it, but he gets excited and makes his funny little noises and "o" face over almost anything. So it's nice to pretend he's actually interested in the same thing I am! I waited until it was nice fall weather, and my mom and I set out with the babe the day after Thanksgiving while all the crazies were shopping (side note: we used to be those crazies).

I got this crazy feeling part of the way through, "why the heck do I have my baby in a place where little more than chicken-wire is separating him from being something's lunch?!" But it was fun! We spent considerable time with the goats since they wouldn't hurt him, and I was going to take pictures of us inside the barn with the sheep (AND THEIR GIANT EYES THAT FREAK ME OUT), but pigeons started pooping on other people in their about the time I was going to start snapping so we high-tailed it out of there.





















The zoo trip pictures make me happy, but alas, I am sad tonight. My little man got his first real injury. I was going through the clothes in his dresser trying to pack away all the things he has outgrown. Big Anthony was in charge of little Anthony. OY. He's a typical Dad, much more lax than crazy-overprotective-mom. He was playing with baby near death-trap table that I can't stand anyway, and then the world stopped. I came into the room with more clothes, and the baby decided to let go of the table (he'd been standing holding on to it) so he could crawl towards me. He fell face first into the hard table, so hard that his face bounced back off of it, and the WORST look of shock I have ever seen crossed his face. Then he fell back (seemingly in slow motion) to the ground. Oh my God, my heart stopped. I know this sounds over-dramatic to someone who doesn't have a baby, but I was devastated. I scooped him up right about the time the shock wore off and he just started to wail. I saw blood pouring out of his mouth and a fat lip. We ran into the bathroom, and he left a bloody hand print on the bathroom door. I was trying to look in his mouth and check out his teeth (I noticed today that tooth #5 broke through), but they were obscured by the blood that was now getting on our clothes and his hands :( SADDEST DAY EVER. We both cried. I'm going to have nightmares about this.