The kids with Grandpa Steve at the Santa Barbara Zoo. Nicole worked the whole night so she didn't get to come. Sorry babe. We missed you.
I am pretty sure that if a kid had fallen into this guys enclosure, he would have beaten them to death in seconds. He had an intense look on his face and was staring us down like a little gangsta who's homie had just been dissed by us. Holy Cow! I just had an epiphany. Why don't we take all the violent criminals and put them into zoo like enclosures. But let it be open to the public so we could walk by and throw popcorn at them and mock them and watch them act like the animals they are. I guess that's kinda like a prison. But maybe if it were open to the public (for a price of course) then it would help off set the cost of housing them all.
This is Savannah's favorite part of the zoo. It's a fallen palm tree that has become the resident teter-totter.
My poor kids didn't have any cardboard to sit on and slide down the hill, so they just rolled down the hill instead. Savannah's outfit was so cute but by the end of the day it was destroyed. More brown, green and black than white and pink.
We have been so lucky to have Grandpa Steve here since Thursday. He drove home with Nicole and the kids so she wouldn't have to drive home alone. We got to go to the zoo in Santa Barbara and I was going to take him to the Mexican Place we usually go to but the line was out the door as per usual. So we ended up at Taco Bell. Trust me when I say though, that I did not mind one bit. Some times there is just nothing better than a number 6, both beef, one chalupa supreme, the other baja, and the hard shell taco switched with a soft shell taco, three packets of mild sauce and a large mountain dew. Man I am hungry now!
We were also lucky enough to go visit Grandma Mazie and Grandpa Lamar down in Orange County after church.