This weekend we went to Lincoln Park Zoo. From the moment we told Zachary where we were headed, to the time we walked through the gate, the only thing we heard from his mouth was, "We're going to see MONKEYS!"
So, see monkeys we did. And penguins, apes, chimps, giraffes, zebras, lions, tigers (polar) bears, and so much more. But, the monkeys stole the show. As does our little monkey, oftentimes.
Seeing the zoo and its animals through an almost-three-year-old's eyes was an astounding experience. Every little thing had to be studied and questioned. The things we take for granted ("the seal looks bigger right now because it's underwater and the glass is curved") can be breathtaking discoveries for a little one.
I sit here tonight reflecting on our adventure so thankful for the gift of Zachary. I am a better person because of his existence. His open, curious, sweet, gentle nature is a reminder to me that I can, and should, appreciate God's creative work more often than I do.
"There they are, Mom!"
The meal of choice these days, "hot dog and bread"
He did his best to drive the train, but this was the closest he could get.
Successful train ride, tired boy missing a nap.
This was a familiar sight around the zoo.
Coffee date with Mommy in Greektown.
Jumping on the hotel bed with Cousin Kaitlyn's Flat Stanley
Z's first time on a train. Flat Stanley's, too.
The end of a great adventure.
