Day at the Zoo

So, Dave's parent' were here for Memorial Day weekend, and all Carson wanted to do with them was go to the zoo. This is one of his favorite things to do with Grandma and Papaw, and of course, they don't seem to mind either!


Here is Carson and David's dad. Carson's feet were tired after hiking up and down all the hills at the Cincinnati Zoo.





If you know my boys, then you know that missing a train ride would be a CATASTROPHE! Here are all three of my boys choo-chooing down the track.




Carson had the most AWESOME experience at the zoo-he actually got to feed the giraffe! He wasn't scared at all, and the giraffe just took that cracker right from his hand. I can't believe that I snapped this at just the right second!

Here are the boys with Dave and his Dad watching the elephants. The boys loved watching them come so close.

Tucker was loving this! He was perched high on Daddy's shoulders just having the best time.

This is the only picture of me all day, generally because I am the one taking the pics. What a winner!

This is at the end of the day, and Tucker is just about worn out. You can almost see hime thinking, OK Mom, this was fun, but let's go home now, please???

Making new friends....

So, I am sure many of you are thinking, OH, how sweet, the boys must have made some new friends, or something like that. Well, actually, the story is a little different...

A few weeks ago, Dave was down in the basement, and I hear him loudly yell, "HOLY COW!" I run to the door to check on him, and he yells at me, "Don't come down here. Everything is OK, but don't come down here!" A few minutes later, he hollers up at me to bring the boys out on the deck, and he comes out of the basement, holding...Our new friend!



Yes, that's right, this big fella was crawling around in our basement! The thought of this still makes my skin crawl! So, David disposes of him, and I do my best not to think about how he got in there. Later that afternoon, Dave and I are headed downstairs to the computer, when Dave stops in his tracks, and says, Oh, man, # 2." I'm thinking, What? Dave then hustles us both back up the stairs, and then goes back down, and a few minutes later, emerges from the basement, with, you guessed it, ANOTHER ONE!




So, in less than 4 hours, we have found 2 HUGE rat snakes in our basement. Literally, these guys were at least 3 feet long a piece. Still have no idea where they came from, and I'm not sure I want to know. But, no more friends in the last 3 weeks, so hopefully it was some kind of fluke! However, I always say a prayer that I won't find one every time I go down in the basement!