Last week I went to the San Diego Zoo with the littles, my mom, her sister and family. We’re members of the San Diego Zoo and Wild Animal Park*, so it was FREE except for gas! If you live in the area, this is the best annual membership. Both parks have many things to see and do, and the cost is low. This isn’t a sponsored post. I really do like the Wild Animal Park and we go there a lot. I don’t go to the zoo often because I don’t like seeing all the animals in cages, so this was Egg’s first trip. The Wild Animal Park is more of an open space animal roaming type zoo.
However, you don’t have polar bears, hippos, and giraffe testicles there. At the zoo the polar bears have a fantastic exhibit where you can see them play on land, swim in their pool, and generally just be awesome. This polar bear was so close I could have slapped his ass if there wasn’t glass in the way. The polar bears look like they’re having fun and appear to be playing to the crowd. Most of the zoo’s inhabitants look like they need some anti-depressants.The polar bears also win points for me because I’ve never had the misfortune to be googling “polar bear testicles” after their exhibit.
The same could not be said for the giraffes.This picture was one of about ten giraffe photos I took. I cocked my head to the side trying to figure out what I was seeing. Now, I’ve see testicles before. But I’ve never seen giraffe testicles. If someone asked me to imagine them I would expect more like lion balls and less like huge rat balls. Google said I was looking at giraffe balls. Please stand up Mr. Giraffe. No one needs to see your huge ass balls.
I have a double stroller for the littles and I brought my Boba carrier for Coop. I knew once he got tired the stroller would not be his friend. I also anticipated going on the Skyfari® aerial tram. I’m not fond of heights, but I can do this short ride. Coop would be the baby that threw himself over the side for fun, so the Boba helped me to tell the anxious part of my brain (which is most of it) to shut the fuck up.I don’t typically post pictures of myself with my poofy hair and no makeup. This was one of those days where I had to choose where to spend my spoons, and vanity lost. Look at Coop’s four teeth! He’s got the best goofy smile.
This is Egg’s pirate glare as we road the bus tour around the zoo. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit his smile has me wondering how many luxury vehicles our orthodontist will purchase from the money we will pay him to fix Egg’s grin. He’s lucky he is so damned cute and lovable. He is currently my easiest child by a very far distance. VERY FAR. We arrived at the San Diego Zoo and as I was loading up the stroller Egg asked, “Can we get cotton candy!!?” He’s had it once at the Wild Animal Park and I guess the memory was a good one. I told him I didn’t know whether they had it at the zoo and he responded with: “Well then let’s check.” Sure thing kid! Keep being adorable and I bet your grandmother will buy you cotton candy all day long.
*It is now named San Diego Zoo Safari Park. I refuse your rebranding San Diego Zoo! It shall always be the Wild Animal Park to me.
**Ditto for the Del Mar Fair
***And Jack Murphy stadium
****Get the fuck off my lawn!
Oh God – I could have lived without seeing giraffe balls! But the polar bear is awesome…
As to Egg and his future orthodontist…I think it’s cheaper to close up spaces (which will fill in some once permanent teeth come in) than to try and make space in a jaw that’s too small (which is what’s going on in my house). Here’s hoping he grows some nice big teeth to fill those spaces!
I got no pictures.
I will assume it is, as usual, an Internet Explorer issue. But I did see the one of you and Coop and you’re both adorable, poofy hair and all.
I love our zoo, mostly because it’s free. Secondarily, half the time the animals are right there next to the glass or hiding far away where you can’t even see them…they get to choose and their habitats allow them to do so. I do get sad when the male elephant is segregated from the rest of the family, but I assume it’s for safety reasons.
And on the rebranding issue…well, I’m a Chicagoan at heart, and it will always be the Sears Tower. This Willis Tower nonsense is completely unacceptable!
LMAO…. of course there shall be penis jokes!
Also: they renamed The Quail Botanical Garden in Encinitas to The San Diego Botanical Garden. WTF??? Encinitas is at least 30 miles north of San Diego mofos!! I refuse to adapt to these name changes!
Good to see good times were had by all at the zoo though
My brother got married there a few years back, and it turns out that there is also a botanical garden with a similar name (I think it might be plural instead of singular? Or some other MINISCULE difference!) near Balboa Park. My aunt and cousin ended up wandering around other weddings at the wrong location and missed the ceremony
I got married at the Japanese Friendship Garden in Balboa Park in 2002. It’s a beautiful place to visit or get married. Although I know two people (myself included) that have gotten married there and then divorced. Maybe it should only be used for friendship and not marriage?
Hahaha, I’m not even sure where to start, but I giggled throughout the entire post, oohed and aahed at the pictures of the cutie pies, and cocked my head at the giraffe testicles as well (the coloring is so weird, I guess I thought they wouldn’t be so . . . pale. Not that I’d ever contemplated that before this very moment, though . . . ) You’ve had so much crap going on lately, it sounds like this was a very nice day to have to break it all up
It’s like the balls don’t match with the coloring of the giraffe. Who is in charge of ball coloring anyway?!