So today we went to the Zoo well I should say to the petting zoo. Hopefully I don't offend any of my Baton Rouge friends but the Zoo here makes me sick. Literally I feel in a store that is about to close its doors and has being on sale for the last couple of weeks you find a pair of pants here and then the shirt there, empty racks. The same here with the animals a field of 1 acre to find a little deer as big as my daughter. A hippo that looks that he has not eaten on ages or maybe he is a dwarf and I am not aware of it. Seriously is insane to take that long walk to find nothing that is why I go straight to the sheep at least they have like 6 of those and we can brush them. Samia even wants to kiss them (I know gross, gross, but how can I explain to a toddler that they are dirty)
Maybe that is the city girl that comes out, or maybe I got spoiled in Egypt zoos were you feed the elephants even take pictures with them, you feed the monkey, even the tiger and lions get feed by us, or maybe the zoo in Miami that you can even rent a bicycle and cruise around the whole place and find people with snakes around their neck for you to pet them. Okey I should stop now or else the next time I want to go out with my Baton Rouge friends I will get bad looks or darts coming my way.
Why do we compare????? in some cases is a good thing but then in another way it can be a bad thing, or maybe comparisons were meant to be kept like an inner dialog....I being breaking my head thinking of something that can not be compare but everything that crosses my mind can be compare mothers, dads, daughters, children. Nenas I would not tell you not to compare but always be open and try not to be tooo judgmental BE OPEN!!!!
Today while I was at the playground with some other moms and I saw in their faces how concern, worry or scare they were the second they can not find their child in this
So after all of this fun we come home 5 o'clock hits again and another day not knowing where we would be moving to....this is driving me insane as of last week they were talking about the Panhandle now they moved us 800 miles back to Louisiana. So I decided to get all of my frustration in poor Milo's hair and here is the result, I would call her my Monkey Einstein...
