From Mary....
Today started out like every other day...Jack and I went to the gym. I got to work out, while the little guy went to daycare. I must say that paying for gym daycare is one of the best investments ever. Our little ham has become known as the official greeter at the gym. It's amazing how a little guy can make so many people smile from the inside out.
Marty's truck had a slight problem: The wheel was about to fall off. Thank goodness he got a flat tire, and noticed that. He ended up having to take care of customers, so he had to take our truck (yes, I drive a truck), and had to drop us off somewhere until he was done working. To make a long story short, we then ended up at the zoo for four hours. Yes, four hours. Keeping a 15 month old entertained at the zoo for that amount of time proved to be very hard. Let's just say that Jack likes to play with the spoons from the zoo cafeteria, crawl into the ceramic turtle shells, and run towards any body of water (eek!). So, really, I could have taken him anywhere, and he would have been just as happy. It's actually sort of weird...I am so used to working all day and all night long--that it was sort of refreshing to be stuck at the zoo. My blackberry is malfunctioning at the moment...so, I wasn't even able to get email. The poor kid must think that a computer and phone are just as much a human necessity as water is. It was amazing to see Jack's attitude change with me being totally involved with him all day. I love working from home, but you tend to work all of the time. So, today was a nice day. I didn't even get too many phone calls.
The zoo was more than just four hours of looking at animals, it made me truly realize how cool it is to be a mom. I am the mom to the coolest little dude in the world. The kid that waves at the ducks, that tries to close the door to the train at the park--just to close it, the kid who screeches when he sees string cheese, the little guy who bobs his head up and down to any sort of beat, the little kid who can say "mama" in a monster voice, and the little fellow who insists on giving the glass fish in the bathroom a kiss after every bath. Though, the zoo proved how hard it is to be a mom, it also proved that it doesn't matter where you are or what you are doing, as long as you are giving your little guy as much attention as he deserves.
Marty ended up picking us up--after three train rides, 1-Icee, 1-Grilled Cheese, and some stolen pickles from the condiment bar.
I would take a day like this any day! Even if you don't know if your husband is ever going to rescue you from the zoo.