Yesterday, we went on a family trip to St. Joseph to pick something up (hopefully I can talk about that soon), and decided to make a day of it. Having been fascinated by the Pony Express for a while now, I was excited to go see the museum as well as see the house where Jesse James was shot. We also made sure to scout out a good park for Zoe to get her running around time and brought a little picnic with us. The Pony Express museum was a lot of fun, Zoe's first trip to a museum actually unless you count the gazillion museums we went to in New York when I was pregnant with her... OK, it was only 3 since the Guggenheim was undergoing renovations, but still, she doesn't really have a vivid memory of them, so this was definitely her first. We were excited they actually had stuff for her to see and do, but by the end, she was way too fussy to risk going through the Jesse James house, so we just drove past it on the way to the park.
Once in the park, we were excited and surprised to see they had Oxen!... Go figure, in a fenced in reserve right in the middle of the park. After spending a few minutes with them, we were off in search of the perfect stretch to let our baby run free. A tougher task than expected since there were a lot of hills and sharp drops (some on to concrete!) in this very beautiful but somewhat perilous park. After a couple of circles we finally settled on a spot near the amphitheater that had a pretty good stretch of land for her to frolic.
Then, it was picnic time and oh, how meals have become a fun and interesting venture with our sweet baby girl. Today's poison? Granola Water!... After chewing on a piece of granola bar for what seemed like an eternity, Zoe was obviously thirsty and eager to "share Mommy's water"... I gave her the bottle to take a sip and before I knew it, she'd spit the entire contents of her mouth into the bottle, giggled and proceeded to drink it!... Ick. Needless to say, the water was now hers.
Once in the park, we were excited and surprised to see they had Oxen!... Go figure, in a fenced in reserve right in the middle of the park. After spending a few minutes with them, we were off in search of the perfect stretch to let our baby run free. A tougher task than expected since there were a lot of hills and sharp drops (some on to concrete!) in this very beautiful but somewhat perilous park. After a couple of circles we finally settled on a spot near the amphitheater that had a pretty good stretch of land for her to frolic.
Then, it was picnic time and oh, how meals have become a fun and interesting venture with our sweet baby girl. Today's poison? Granola Water!... After chewing on a piece of granola bar for what seemed like an eternity, Zoe was obviously thirsty and eager to "share Mommy's water"... I gave her the bottle to take a sip and before I knew it, she'd spit the entire contents of her mouth into the bottle, giggled and proceeded to drink it!... Ick. Needless to say, the water was now hers.
It never ceases to amaze me, the things babies will eat vs. the things they refuse to eat. Let's see, mommy's BBQ meatloaf, won't eat. sidewalk chalk, will eat. Tuna noodle casserole, won't eat. Yard dirt, will eat. Lasagna, won't eat. Her shoe, will eat. It's a mad, mad world inside a baby's brain...
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