May
14
2010
a zoo mutiny
Filed under: Uncategorized by Jenn
Occasionally, it seems like a good idea to load up the younger two and accompany my eldest on a class field trip….especially when the trip involves an excursion to the local petting zoo. I typically kid myself with happy thoughts of my perfectly behaved children frolicking through fields of dandelions and squealing with delight over newly hatched ducklings while graciously sharing a nutritious bag of whole grain pretzels. You know where this is going don’t you?
Exhibit A:

The only image I captured of my eldest. Don’t be fooled by the mother trying desperately to navigate the crowd with her giant camera bouncing wildly around her neck, a stroller, a preschooler, and a group of wildly out of control first graders. Don’t be fooled by this one sweet smile I captured. It was quickly replaced with the “death by glare” after I reprimanded one of her friends for running full steam ahead of the group into a over populated mob. From that point on I was completely “uncool”. Until it was time to leave at which point she sobbed uncontrollably that she wanted me to stay for lunch.
Exhibit B:

Seems innocent enough right? If you look closely though you’ll see her swollen, puffy eyes that are evidence of the “I’m going to die” screams she let loose when she got trapped in the goat pen and several (ok…at least 10) baby goats ambushed her and her $1 bottle of goat milk. The screaming and shrieking that ensued literally had every mother within miles running to the goat enclosure for fear that there had been a rebel goat mutiny. I, mustering every super womanish inclination I have, jumped through the crowd and snatched her up and over the fence screaming and kicking. Moments later she was found lovingly feeding those same rogue goats through the safety of the fence.
Exhibit C:

This appears to be a simple profile of my dear youngest happily watching his siblings run and play. But don’t be fooled. He is merely refueling for his lung busting “I STUCK, I STUCK, I STUCK” shrieking that accompanied most of the 2 hours we spend at the zoo. Oh and there was lots of grunting and heaving and generally grumpiness too. I wouldn’t want to forget that.
Exhibit D:

The only little ones that truly welcomed my camera and were quite content to frolic in a field as happy little campers.
As a mother: a morning I wouldn’t trade for the world.
















