Country Kids at the Zoo

A few weeks ago we met one of my sisters and nephew for an afternoon at the local zoo.

Kenyon had been there several times before, and he's MUCH older, so of course he had to do the obligatory condescending-hand-on-shoulder-while-explaining-thing.

 I cannot put into words just exactly how much I love these three stooges.

In order of riding on turtle: ages 2, 3, 1
And two more on the way.
Yes, we're all losing our minds.

Child in foreground: One of mine
Child in background: One of my sister's

Stampede...

...for fruit snacks.

And they all napped happily ever after.

I'm starting to enjoy driving a car (most of the time).  Behold, the real reason we met our cousin for an afternoon at the zoo: hand-me-down clothing swap.  It seems hardly a time goes by that we meet up and don't have clothes to exchange for these rapidly growing kiddos.

 And... because I was attempting to extend my 'awesome mama' streak yesterday, I took the boys out to lunch while we were running errands.  (Don't worry, I'm not a super mom.  The streak rarely lasts more than about 30 minutes or so before my patience runs out and someone is in trouble.)

 The general consensus of our tribe was that the food was indeed delicious.

AND, because I was feeling extremely wild and adventurous, I even purchased two cupcakes for the boys to eat when we all arrived home.  (I'm a wild one, I tell ya'.  Even Wes gave me a perplexed look when I told him how much I spoiled the boys that morning.  Spoiled: lunch and one cupcake each.)

Behold: The most agonizing drive in the history of the universe.  This was the longest 30 mile drive home. EVER.