Too much information Tuesday.

Well, it's January. That forsaken month is upon us when it's cold and there's really not much of interest in the immediate future. Back to work, back to paying bills, back to trying to sell a house, back to scrubbing toilets. On the bright side, Frankie starts back to preschool in the morning. I decided that, to commemorate the start of the second half of the school year, today would be a 'kid day', where we did stuff that was pretty much designed for their entertainment, although I did sneak some laundry and a trip to the bank in there. For starters, we spent about an hour and a half at the zoo.

Harper really wanted to be in her 'ride' today. Every time I took her out of the stroller, she cried.


Frankie spent a good portion of the morning with his binoculars glued to his face.


"In all the world, my nest is best!"


He 'cheeseburger'd' for me.


This is the calm before the storm; she was scared once the train started and wailed a bit, especially in the tunnel.





I even splurged and let the kids ride on the carousel. Well, at least one of them had a good time, right? (There are no photos of Harper as I had to ride with her to keep her from having a meltdown.)


There is no photographic proof of our shamefully non-nutritive lunch.

After lunch, I took the kids outside for a walk/ride since it was such a nice day. It went fine for awhile until Frankie started to have a breakdown roughly half a mile away from home. It was a long walk back.

Harper gets the best deal of the bunch - no work involved!


Thanks, Santa, for the orange bike (Frankie was very adament about getting an 'orange' bike.) No thanks, City of Atlanta, for the terribly dilapidated century-old brick sidewalks in our neighborhood. They would be charming if they weren't in disrepair; as it is, they are terribly frustrating to a four-year-old trying to learn to ride a bicycle.


Speedster!


When we got home, Harper put on the binoculars and plopped herself into the green chair; obviously, she was quite pleased with herself.


We did some cape time; Frankie spent some of his on the floor, lamenting life.


Somebody get this boy some thumguards. We're seriously at our wits end with the thumb sucking; I'm mentally prepping for years and years of braces.



Happy January!