I really don't believe it. It has been a year, at least--maybe more??--since this occurred. She was awake when we got home from the zoo, but tired, asked to go to her bed, and is now SLEEPING IN IT. It is not to be believed.
Regretfully, I did not bring my camera today, but we had a great one so I'm writing a blog post abou it--especially in the hopes that my mom will read it, since it was her idea! We took Daisy to the zoo today specifically to do the rainforest maze that is up till Jan. 18. Daisy LOVED the rainforest maze and went through it four times. She would have gone more times, too, if we had had the stamina to keep going. What a fabulous zoo day. Hardly anyone was there, because apparently San Franciscans are terrified of a rain forecast... let me tell you, it did not rain. Maybe a couple drops at most. It turned out that today was the last day they are running the Puffer Train, as it's going to be out for maintenance work till February, so they were calling people over and giving free rides. That train is usually four dollars per person, including kids, so this was a great deal! Daisy wanted to keep riding, and they were trying to run down their fuel, so they just kept going and going... we must have ridden ten times.
After that we did the rainforest maze, and then we had lunch and went on the carousel numerous times (still one of Daisy's favorite things to do). We checked out animals in between, and Daisy made special "explorer" notes of each one she saw.
Several cute things... well, first of all, she told me and Mark we are the best parents in the world, haha. She also said at lunch, "Something is missing from this day," and when I prompted her to tell me what it was, she said, "A hug" and gave me a huge hug. Now, c'mon... that is just adorable.
Other cute thing: at lunch she was asking us about all our ethnic and religious backgrounds, and we were telling her about all of them--Mommy being Eastern European Jewish and Irish/Western European, Daddy being Assyrian and all different kinds of Western and Eastern European things, and being raised Catholic. I told her when she got older she could decide if she was interested in a religion and pick the one she wanted, and she said confidently, "I have already picked." What, we asked? The answer was "British."
This is kind of funny because earlier she was telling me and Mark not to do British accents, and she reiterated that people who are not British should NOT do British accents. But apparently, "British" is her religion.
