We've got two little visitors this week. Lucy Pants (not sure why I call her that...Whitney, do you call her that?) (Is two parenthetical thoughts in a row too much ? :) Just wanted any new visitors to know that Lucy is my best-friend-since-2nd-grade's baby girl who I play with from time to time):
And Mrs. Ohs:
Mrs. Ohs is Jeremiah's "Mountain Mama." When he went to live in Montana for the year between college and medical school, he lived with Mrs. Ohs on her ranch.
They (as in he, Tommy, and Josh) say that they trained/broke some of her horses in exchange for room and board (oh and three meals a day, right Mrs. Ohs :)). I think it started out that way and ended with them all adopting each other. She made Jeremiah's groom's cake at our wedding...which is quite a funny story that you'll have to remind me to tell you sometime. Let's just say that if you were at our wedding, I bet you didn't notice a groom's cake anywhere, but you did probably enjoy a delicious piece.
We got a lot accomplished in the basement this weekend (thanks to some help from my Dad, my sisters and their husbands), and we "close" on Thursday.
I've taken this week off from packing, for the most part, and chosen to enjoy our two visitors instead. Today, we took on the zoo.
And I do mean we "took it on." As I'm sure any mother with three small children would heartily agree.
We managed to lose Pace once.
And Mary Aplin once.
And there was THIS moment (notice the tiny little screen, marshy green water, and distracted Mrs. Ohs):
When I thought Mary Aplin might get eaten by this guy:
Fortunately Lucy was strapped in and unable to be misplaced.
And Whitney, just so you know, I've started just saying thank you when people tell me what a cute baby I have...or how cute her outfit is.
I even went so far today, as to make up a lie when some lady asked me who made my baby girl's precious dress. I hope it was her grandmother. It's just too complicated to try and make explanations when you're keeping up with these three:
We did have a whole LOT of fun.
And you can add the Zoo onto the list of places that will make me cry when we leave Birmingham:
Goodbye baby giraffe--who is not a baby anymore:
Goodbye Bengal Tiger:
I am sure you will miss Mary Aplin's challenges to your manhood (She's pretty sure she could take you, if need be. Don't let the blonde pig-tails fool you.):
And guess what Weeping Willow didn't even get a damp eye the whole day :) Maybe it was just an emotional week last week...maybe not.