Then it was blueberry porridge and excited lunch packing because of the promise of a day at the zoo with some favorite friends...some for momma and one for Søren, too. The drive was a part of the fun because a trip to the zoo involves travel across two bridges with a good view of the water, and through two long tunnels. This is quite fun for my little man, and to top it off we drove right next to a caravan of 4 double dump trucks. It doesn't really get better than that. But it did. Then there was the zoo!
Of course there were the usual lovelies of seeing some strange and some familiar animals. I think Søren was more impressed by all of the people at the zoo this time. I learned an important lesson in the Nocturnal House while we sat our babes on the railing to watch a large bat flap it's wings - joined of course, by Indy. The sweet, barely one, Indy was slipping her hand into my Søren's under the cover of darkness that our parental eyes were having a hard time adjusting too! Very cute, and promising since I want to arrange a marriage between them, BUT also a good lesson that boys and girls shouldn't be left in the dark together at any age! Instinctively tempting I guess.
The other delight that made me laugh out loud in the middle of the street, was that as we were about to get back in our car and head home Søren discovered a large ivy bed between the sidewalk and the street. He cautiously stepped into it and looked at me with a grin. I grinned back. Then he did a little bouncing and threw himself backwards to bathe in the green goodness while giggling with delight. This was too much and I almost considered joining him. Unfortunately, my fear of bugs - especially spiders in my hair - stopped me, and instead I grabbed the camera so that I could share this moment with Andrew...and this blog world, too.
I was chatting with another young momma the other day about how older mothers always seem to share stories that they don't remember their "pregnant years" or much of anything that happened while they had multiple children in diapers. This momma informed me that good memory requires focused thought time, and that often with multiple little ones running around and the demands of keeping a household together, that kind of focus is absent. For some reason I thought of Mary (the mother of Jesus, to be specific) and how the gospel accounts mention certain events in Jesus' childhood that she "treasured up in her heart". I imagine that she probably had several little ones at once, as I have heard from various sources that she and Joseph had many children after Jesus.
This made me stop to try and focus and remember that these are precious moments, and that I need to take the time to treasure these things up in my heart, and all the more so as another little man will be gracing our family in a few more weeks. It also made me grateful for the modern phenomena of blogging, because it provides an avenue to stop, focus, and treasure - and then keeps it documented! How nice.