I've always hated this fridge.

You know that you are in for it when your one year old learns how to open the fridge. I have never heard of a one year old opening a fridge. Maybe it is just my stupid fridge and I can add it to the things I hate about it. Too small, too short, broken temp dial, TOO SMALL FOR SEVEN, too easy for an 18th month old to OPEN! So now he is a big boy he can set the table himself whenever he wants to. . . .ketchup, bbq sauce, jelly. . . Oh, what fun he is having.

One day I found him having an egg party while I was doing laundry in the basement.

The next day I left him for 2 seconds and found him with the leftover chicken wing box in the living room. First he dumped out the sauce in the kitchen. Then carried the dripping box into the living room and started brushing his teeth with the buttery red sauce. He really like his toothbrush and found a great new toothpaste.

If my house and obviously my fridge look to be an unorganized mess blame it on this little bundle of trouble, not I. I seriously can't keep up with him. But I am laughing my head off.

I took him to the zoo for the very first time yesterday. Here he is over the first fence and trying to figure out how to scale the next one and he'll be in his with his pals the monkeys.

"That kid belongs in the monkey exhibit."

A direct quote from someone passing us at the zoo that saw Marcus jump a foot in the air and start swinging back and forth hanging from the drinking fountain.

Anyway, it was like taking a kid to Disneyland for the first time. He was swept away that all these things really existed outside of his storybooks and stuffed animals. All the girls were so excited for him to go but also mad that we hadn't gone all summer when they could go too. I opted not to buy a zoo pass this year because it got really boring going with the girls in years pass. They even thought so and would groan whenever I said, "Well, we could go to the zoo?"

But Marcus. . chasing him down, keeping him off the fence, listening to him say, words like "Gorilla, Elephant and Otter" and seeing the huge wonder on his face. . . definitely not boring.
Here are the other 13 children from the ward that accompanied us. Marcus is in the middle in the cheapest, puniest and definitely the Worstest stroller in the bunch. No surprise. I have a big mall stroller that back in it's day (1998) would've been a good rival for fine strollers at playgroup. But that was before it went through 5 kids, miles and miles of dusty farm roads, and then 2 years left behind in a mouse infested garage in Washington finished it off. It only goes out now for strolls on my side of the neighborhood. It fits in okay over here but I wouldn't be caught dead pushing it for playgroup.

Thanks for the free pass Sara. Marcus would love to go again. Hint, hint.
I should've let this kid next to him ride in the vintage 1998 stroller. He gets along just great with mice I hear.

Just kidding Natalie. As you can see your mouse secret is safe with me.