The birthday present I wanted from Ian was a night out with the girls singing karaoke, and it was a blast. Ian drove me to the bar and my Mormon, non-drinking friend drove me home. Mom kept the baby so I could sleep in.
I looked around the house when I woke up and saw that it was a chaotic mess, and I thought, "I should spend the day cleaning." But then I realized it was my birthday, and I couldn't spend my birthday cleaning the house. So I went to my Mom's to pick up Richard and took him to the zoo.
That's right, I braved taking a 6 month old the zoo by myself on a Saturday after being up until 1am the night before. It was a blast!
One of the gorillas was sitting right up next to the glass in his enclosure and Richard actually noticed him (probably thinking, "Hey, that looks kind of like Dad with his shirt off"), and he seemed to really enjoy the colorful birds. Other than that, he was pretty oblivious to the fact that we were at the zoo.
When we stopped at the monkeys, I picked him up out of his stroller and noticed that his pants seemed a little wet. Oh, Lord. He had a gigantic poop explosion right there at the zoo. The other mothers in the ladies' room all gave me sympathetic smiles as I rinsed his pants in the sink. Poor baby spent the last half of our visit pantless.
It was a really great trip, and a wonderful way to spend my birthday, poop explosions and all.
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