woo hoo zoo!

Last week we took Griffin to the zoo so he could see all the animals that usually hang from his mobile, his play gym and his bouncy chair. The Oakland Zoo is pretty nice and feels more like a habitat than an animal jail. Griffin watched the animals intently, gazing at giraffes, hooting at the meercats. The animals were great but I was more interested in everyone else's babies and baby gear.

Every Mom, baby and stroller in Alameda county were there. There were teensy newborns (newborn twins!) chubby five month-olds, Griffinish boos struggling in their strollers, skilled toddlers, preschoolers and one little girl who told all the other kids on the play structure that she was gonna be "God's girlfriend" when she grows up. There were Gracos, Maclarens, tons of double wides and even a Bugaboo Chameleon (those sell for $899- it does everything but your taxes!) Between that and the meerkats eating worms out of a pumpkin, our zoo trip was terribly exciting. I got the Bugaboo Mom's digits while I coveted her sexy stroller.

Griffin was entertained by the animals and kept wanting to touch them. Sorry honey, the Sun Bear does not want to be touched. I suspected the giraffe would be especially tempting since he often likes to chew on their heads- ask Sophie or the one he ripped off his mobile. Luckily there was a petting zoo and a pleasant little goat came over and presented his rump for Griffin to pet. Please ignore my asinine commentary. I really should shut up when I film the baby.


We topped the afternoon off with two rides on the carousel (one with Mom, one with Dad) and then a family trip on the dinky little train that goes around the zoo. As usual, Griffin looked traumatized by the merry-go-round and Jake and I looked like we had been drinking the KoolAid.


Whew. Jake and I were exhausted! Griffin, however, was so stimulated he refused to nap. Its tough being a baby. Or his parents.