Yesterday we made a family trip to the Hogle Zoo. I had an interview with the head of the Informatics department at the University of Utah. He wanted to tell me that I would be expected to participate in the class and take it for credit. It’s unfortunate that enough people have done the opposite that he would need to tell me this. So I took a trial run on UTA by leaving at 5:23 am to get up to campus by 7:30. And I’ll tell you what, that bus ride made me want to vomit in my own mouth, literally. Yep, turns out that I don’t do to well on hot buses with leadfoot drivers. I made it fine through the first two hours, but at hour 2.5 I’d had enough. Fortunately it was ninja vomit, and I kept it all to myself, which is probably more than anyone reading would ever want to know. But who ever reads?
The zoo was a mixed amount of fun. Overall I’d give it good ratings, however Owen and Braeden where not in the best of moods off and on throughout the day. Both of them are developing such unique personalities which if very good, but it does lead to more fights about different things. The latest point of contention is ownership. Having discovered that attaching the word “my” in front of any object instantly makes it yours, the boys have begun to mark their respective territory. Interestingly enough the actual item doesn’t seem to matter, as ownership of a particular matchbox could be switched several times throughout the day, rather it is the mere fact that “I own something that you don’t” is just soo dang cool.
So throughout the zoo the boys would pick items and say “My (insert item here)” at which Braeden/Owen who didn’t have (insert totally cool, have to have item here) in their possesion would get very angry. So here’s how it goes.
b: Braeden o: Owen
b: Baba?
o: NO, MY BABA!
b:NO, MY BABA!!
me: k, here’s a baba for both of you!
ob(unison): NO, MY BABA!!!
I mean how can you argue with that logic? I try, but it never really gets me anywhere.
So aside from the occasional Brother vs Brother deathmatch stroller fighting, and the brief moment of shear terror when Braeden squeezed through a fence (not into a cage or anything, just past a railing between a path and a 30 million foot drop!!) the trip was a lot of fun. The boys fell asleep on the car ride home so they wouldn’t take naps after that, but all in all I would say it was a very successful trip.
Could have done with out the vomit though.
