The last two weeks have sucked, due to a horrible virus that infected our household. I haven't been sick with a fever for many years, and it was terrible. Dave and the kids' also were sick and it was a miserable two weeks.
Today we had to get out. The boys wanted to go to the zoo, so despite the snow and rain we took off first thing. We had a great time. When we got to the zoo, the parking lot was empty, and the temperature was a nice 39 degrees. When we were getting ready to leave this morning , I made the boys get their hats and gloves and winter coats, since it was snowing. I had to run back into the house ten times for miscellaneous items, but Dylan was all buckled in and wearing his hat and gloves so I didn't give it another thought. When we got to the zoo, and started to unload, Dylan had forgotten his coat. I was ticked, but we scrounged up a sweatshirt and called it good. While we were walking into the zoo, Dylan said "Remember that time we came to the zoo, and that monkey smacked Dawson in the head?" I didn't remember that specifically and Dawson couldn't recall that ever happening, but Dylan was so serious about it, and explained it in detail. I told him he must have dreamed it, but he got upset, and said it really happened. It was quite the story and by the time we got to the elephants, Dawson was starting to remember it too. It was pretty funny. Emma refused to ride in the stroller, she has become very independent, and walked for most of our trip. She loved the monkeys and was making noises at them. She formed a bond with a huge gorilla, and they just stood opposite each other and stared. We had such a good time.
Tonight we decided to forgo movie night, and instead went swimming. Dawson took his life jacket off, and practiced swimming. He was doing incredible, and was very pleased with himself. He is one motivated kid. He loves to master new things and learn. We took Kory and Brooklyn, (niece and nephew), and Dylan had a blast playing with Kory. I am always impressed with Kory because he is 12, but he is always great with the boys, and they love him. Emma was a little bit of a pain. She doesn't get that she can't breathe under water. She is completely fearless, and doesn't want to be held. Finally she was content climbing the stairs in the pool and then wriggling off the edge. It was a fun night and we were all exhausted.