Will Wonders Never Cease?

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Oh exhaustion has settled its fuzzy blanket over me. I’m so tired! But I had to write about the latest wonder.
We left the house today with the stroller at 10am and returned home at 3:30. We were on an adventure walk, just following our noses. The weather was a perfect 70 degrees–sunny, crisp, gorgeous. We went all the way down to Tchoupitoulas. On the way back, we were walking through the park and Annabelle said, “Mom, there’s a giraffe.” I nodded, thinking she was in her little fantasy world. “Mom!” she said more emphatically. “There’s a giraffe!”
I looked where she was pointing and sure enough, there were two giraffes in the park. We were right behind the zoo so they must have put these giraffes out in some holding pen. They were amazing! We stopped and watched them for a long time. They were swinging their heads around, their long spotty neck rotating in huge circles. They even crossed heads and wrapped around each other’s necks a couple of time. The kept knocking heads and hips. I don’t know if they were mating, fighting, or playing games–it’s sometimes hard to know, even in our human world.
We continued our adventure and went to Loyola to see a funk band called Trombone Shorty who was playing outside. There was a whole lot of funky dancing going on, and Henry and Annabelle were delighted. We ended our adventure by eating lunch at the cafe and the booboos had a ball running in circles around the giant room.

When we returned, Henry got into a whole lot of mischief in the span of about five minutes. First, he put the portable potty on his head. Then he dragged a chair over to the ice/water dispenser on the front of the refrigerator and filled up a bowl of water which he promptly spilled down the front of his clothes. He dumped out his dry cereal all over the floor, tore down some Halloween decorations, and grabbed the broom from me so he could sweep my dirtpile of cereal (I’d been sweeping) under the cabinets where I would never reach them.The finale was trying to climb on the oven and turn the burners on and off while I was making dinner and baking cookies.
My little impish mischief maker.

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