Sunday was a beautiful day to go to the National Zoo. So beautiful in fact that I was quite surprised that we scored a prime parking spot in Lot B. Perhaps because everyone else was hitting up the pumpkin patches and apple orchards?
The little people enjoyed searching for animals if the relatively low number of complaints lodged is any indication. One could also draw a similar conclusion from the lack of decent pictures taken of them--they were too busy running and dancing all over the place to hold still for a photo op. Small price to pay for a peaceful outing, I say.
I did get this one though.
I also got this shot:
I'm not sure how I can be such a cruel Mama. The guilt was eating me up, so there was only one thing to do:
The only other noteworthy event of the day was when Andy told me he thought that he'd at last discovered what I'd been in a former life.
A goat? Really Drew? Frankly I don't see it at all.