Not Home Yet

So this is the new site.  Why, you ask?  Mostly because I am a horrible speller.  It’s true, really, I don’t mind admitting it.  Our old blog program didn’t have a spell check and I was too lazy to type everything in Word first and then paste it over to the website.  Instead, I just tried to use short small words that were easy to spell.  But man did I want a spell check.  So now, voila!  Spell check!  Isn’t it lovely?

Of course, I’m totally not used to how this blog looks and feels now.  It’s all so new and strange and, well, blue.  Kevin claims it is a work in progress so I suppose it will eventually morph into something familiar.  But right now, it just feels a bit odd. 

Anyway, today is the first day of spring break and it is lovely.  Blue skies, sunshine, and happy daffodils bobbing in the wind.  I took the girls to the zoo where Leina attended zoo camp and Kulia and I wandered about stalking the animals.  Actually, that isn’t quite true.  Kulia wasn’t so interested in the animals.  Really, all she wanted to do was climb on the rocks along the trails.  Yup, that’s right.  I stood on the side of the trail and watched her scramble up and down a set for four rocks for about 40 minutes.  I couldn’t drag her away from those rocks to save my life.  All she wanted was to climb rocks.  Sigh.

She also decided she really doesn’t like zebras.  Come on now kid, zebras?  They are totally benign.  They don’t have sharp teeth or claws, they don’t smell funny or throw their feces at you, and they are the least exotic animal at the zoo looking like a horse with stripes.  But Kulia wouldn’t even walk past their enclosure or look at them.  She keep insisting that they were too “sneaky”.  Yes, that’s right, the large grazing zebra were declared “sneaky” and soundly rebuffed by my youngest.   A love of boulders and sneaky zebras.  That’s my baby for you!

One thought on “Not Home Yet

  1. Uncle Dan

    At least tell me that you stayed away from the petting corral. I wasn’t there to protect you all. And the wolves. Don’t go near the wolves. Too many things for me to worry about. Don’t tell me about your zoo trips without me. I am a wreck.

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