She’ll ask you to take a picture of her by the growth chart, and you will be shocked to discover that your baby is now almost 4 and a half feet tall.
She’ll try to distract you from marveling over her own size by saying the words “Look, Mommyo, these spiders are as big as cats.” And then she will engage you in a spirited discussion about whether or not the word “tiger” belongs in a spider’s name.
You will both be relieved to finally reach the tanks full of fish, where you will finally remember that you are carrying a camera.
There will be lots of pausing as The Nine-Year-Old takes extensive notes. She doesn’t want to forget any of it. Even the bits you’re much happier forgetting all about. Like the fact that there are spiders in the Amazon with “tiger” in their name.
But finally she’ll move on to the Amphibians exhibit, where you will both marvel at brightly colored itty-bitty frogs…
Solomon Island leaf frogs…
And your first newt…
Well, Mommyo’s first newt. The Nine-Year-Old saw one as a mere Five-Year-Old on a nature hike at Moosehill.
They’re so cute The Nine-Year-Old wants to adopt one. I’m sure you know where this post is going.
The Nine-Year-Old, made wary by her previous experience keeping crickets in a house full of cat, “Mommyo, do cats eat newts?”
That, my dear, is a Caterpickle for another day. Fortunately, because all these photos are about to break my iPad.
Only two more weeks until I can use a real computer again.
- Wordless Wednesday: The View from the Shedd (Caterpickles)