The plan was that they would go to the Zoo in the morning, and I would come home from work and sleep. It was a really good plan.
Unfortunately for me, I got home (after being awake for over 24 hours) and simply could not fall asleep. How wrong is that! There I was at 6am this morning, almost crying because I was so tired and I didn't think there was any way I could make it through the last couple hours of my shift. Then, when I DO get home, the house is too quiet or something, and I just lay in bed thinking.
Blech.In true 2yr old fashion, Little Sprout ran from exhibit to exhibit through the entire zoo, not stopping for more than a few seconds at any one animal. Poor Big Sprout and Grandpa Barefoot were kept too busy chasing after her to actually enjoy looking at the animals. So what did Grandpa do? Why, he went through a second time and strapped Little Sprout into her stroller for the second run through.
They got back here to Barefoot Manor around 4pm, and everyone seemed so happy. Big Sprout and Grandpa Barefoot had great fun relating all the adventures they had at the zoo, sometimes talking over each other to tell their stories. Little Sprout (being a lot less verbal) seemed pleased to be home, but had that tired/overstimulated look of a youngster who has had a fun and exciting day. She crawled up into Grandpa's lap while we were all talking and rested her head on his chest, just content to be home and calm.
I was glad to hear that everyone had a great time, and a little jealous that I couldn't go.
It was a pretty good day, all in all.