if I ran the zoo. . .

I know, I know, this is supposedly a knitting and other fiber related adventures blog.

There is knitting, spinning, and even some more knitting coming soon.

In the mean time, you will just have to be satisfied with more pictures of my cute baby and the places I drag him too.

Today it was Woodland Park Zoo. BTW- their url is www.zoo.org. How did they swing that?

Anywho- Sarah, Baby E., Little Sir, and I spent a couple of leisurely hours at the zoo. I bought a yearly pass and it is the greatest thing ever. We didn't feel like we had to go all day, we didn't feel rushed, and we only saw a small part of the zoo, which was fine because we can go back as often as we want!

It was a very zenish sort of trip. . . here, you'll see.

We paid a visit to the wise wise goat.



We looked in on flamingos practicing yoga.


Then we attended a workshop on anger management. This guy was the poster boy.

He doesn't look angry here, but you should have heard him cussing when someone decided he needed to move. We had to cover the babies' ears!


Of course, the cutest animals in the whole zoo were these two monkeys who all-in-all were very happy and good.

Let's Party!

We were happy to be in Utah for my oldest nephew's 7th birthday.

Kids, presents, food, candy, and. . . a new trampoline. Oh yeah, he's the new favorite kid on the block.

Princess P. loves parties more than anyone I know.

And it appears her son inherited the party gene.

It's a good thing I got the whole family blogging. Now I'm not the only crazy one running around with camera in front of my face the whole time.


There were other reasons to celebrate as well (or at least we were going to have a party anyway, so any excuse would do.) Little Sir figured out that he has stomach muscles and that he can use them to keep from falling over backwards. YEAH!


Here is Aunt R. (have we given her a blogging name? She should be the Countess or something, shouldn't she?) giving Little Sir a break from his ab workout.


And what do you do when the party animal gets a little out of control? Throw him in a basket of course!

And that concludes the trip to Utah.

Fond Memories

Little Sir and I stayed with my grandparents while we were in Utah. They live, conveniently, next door to my parents. It was wonderful for all of us. Each morning Little Sir and I would rise at our usual un-earthly hour of around 7:30. My parents, from whom I got my night owl tendencies, were still fast asleep. My grandparents, however, consider this a perfectly acceptable time of day to be awake. This worked out great. For the hour between waking and our first nap of day Little Sir would charm the three of us over breakfast and lovely conversation.




One of my fondest memories of growing up was the "bear skin" rug at my grandma and grandpa's house. (I'm not sure what kind of animal it was, but we always called it a bear skin.) I loved to lay on that rug. It was so much fun to see my own son react to an experience that I remember vividly from my own childhood. I know he won't be able to remember this exact experience, but I certainly will. It was so sweet. As you can see he was very comfortable, as well as curious as to what animal he had been surrendered too. He loved pulling on the soft fur.

The Photo Shoot

Of course one of the highest priorities when we get "W" and Little Sir together is a photo shoot. Have you ever seen such darlings?


Hey cuz, have you tasted the bucket yet? It's pretty good!

What is that big bright thing in the. sky? We don't have that where I live

Hey, stop starin' at the sun and help me escape would ya.

Mom! Not in the flowers! Flowers are for GIRLS!


Yeah, I'm cool.


But, um, you're still going to pick me up, right?


What's the idea? Are we gonna have a bath or not?


Mama, there is so much new to see here!


Yep, we got all sorts of important things here, JH. We have a lot to get done, we better get going!

Um, excuse me. . .

I know I left my baby HERE playing with HIS toys.


But when I looked up I found him THERE playing with the DOGS' toys.


"What mom? The dogs shouldn't get all the cool toys!" "Right."


That's a pretty good distance for someone who can't even crawl.

Determined little bugger isn't he?

Photographic evidence of our trip to the dessert to follow.

For those concerned among you. . .

I am in Utah

I flew here to surprise my Mom for Mother's Day.

It was a surprise despite my busy body Mother.

There will be further remote blogging to come.

In the mean time, here is a picture of the Princess and I on our first Mother's Day with babies "on the outside."



Hope all of you Mothers had a lovely day.

Tragedy

It is a sad sad sad day


When a hand knit baby sweater accidentally gets thrown in with the wash.

and FELTS!!!

And then, if that weren't bad enough, the Duke picks it up and mocks me about it. He wouldn't even let me take a picture of him pretending to cry over the mini felted sweater. (You will just have to create a mental picture.) He has no knitting empathy.

The only silver lining is that I have enough of this same yarn to knit the same sweater again if I want, and, it was only going to fit for another month or so. I will just have to knit a bigger one.


In other news, I have been doing a little bit of quilting. I saw this fabric at Esther's and I HAD to make Little Sir (our little owlet) a quilt out of it. I have the square pieced together. The sashing and the back will be out of the green dots and the binding out of the brown stripes, cut on the bias.

Don't worry, I'm not picking up a new hobby. I have no intention of even quilting it. As soon as I have the sashing sewn on it will go in the mail to The Queen and she is going to take it to her local quilting shop to have it quilted.

But really, isn't it adorable? It helps to make me feel a bit better about the sad felted sweater.