The wedding itself was the shortest wedding I've ever been to. The ceremony was literally twenty minutes long. How come I couldn't have gotten a ceremony like that? Straight to the point-- "Do you?" "I do" "How about you?" "I do too" Done. We need more of those. The church was the First Baptist Church right smack in the middle of downtown, and it was really pretty. And huge. I didn't get any pictures of it, but it was really nice.
Then on Sunday morning we headed to the zoo right at 10 when it opened. It was the perfect zoo day-- about 70 degrees and slightly overcast. Our last trip to a major zoo was the Phoenix Zoo. I was pregnant then too (of course) and it was about 105 and of course scorchingly sunny. It was a really neat zoo, but I thought I was going to die and I did not have much fun. This was much better. Also, there was hardly anyone else there. So we had perfect weather and and empty zoo to work with, and it was great! The kids loved it, but Jacob kind of lost interest after the reptiles and insects. He didn't seem to have as much interest in the mammals. Which is weird, since I usually feel like I visit the reptiles and birds and stuff out of courtesy on my way to the interesting animals. It took about three hours to see the whole thing, which worked out perfect (again!) because at that point it was starting to get a little crowded. You know, everyone crowding in with their giant strollers and noisy kids, trying to take pictures and stuff. I am not a fan of crowds. At one point this gimpy dude in a motorized wheelchair rolled onto the back of my sandal and parked, trapping me in front of the rhino. He was not paying any attention to me (I don't think he noticed, truthfully he looked sort of incoherent anyway) and I was debating whether to just leave my shoe and run away when I finally wrenched it loose. Yeah, not a fan of crowds. But that was pretty much the end anyway, so we escaped just in time.
I'm not going to post a ton of pictures, because I put them all on Facebook already. But the pictures are funny, because in a bunch of them Norah is in the corner beaming at the camera. Anytime we pull the camera out, she immediately starts yelling "cheese!" in a voice that sounds almost frantic.
She is just too cute. It makes up for her little misadventures, which in addition to her thrice-daily poops cause me to spend a good chunk of my day bathing her and washing her sheets and blankets. We discovered that she is afraid of "scary" things that happen on TV, and by scary I just mean people falling or getting hurt. We were watching "The Money Pit" and every time something would fall apart, which is like half the movie, she would start screaming. I'm not going to lie, it was really funny. (Funnier than the movie.) Then yesterday we were watching something else in which someone slipped on a skateboard and fell down, causing her to start screaming again. This is funny, though I suppose mean to sit there laughing at her. She genuinely is terrified by this. I'm not as mean as Tom, who turned on the scene that scared her the most from "The Money Pit" just to see if she'd still be scared (she was).
I love my Nonah.
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